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THE   CHURCH   AND  THE   HOME 


A  SELECTION  OF  PSALMS. 


PORTLAND   COLLECTION. 


(Jni ' ve.raa.lv it    Church 


BOSTON: 

UNIVERSALIST    PUBLISHING    HOUSE, 

No.    37    COENHILL. 
1869. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1865,  by 

The  N.  E.  Ukitersalist  Publishing  Hocse, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  District  of  Massachusetts. 


PREFACE 


The  character  and  variety  of  this  Selection  —  embrac- 
ing, as  it  does,  not  only  a  large  number  of  those  stand- 
ard hymns,  which,  from  their  religious  fervor,  beauty, 
or  familiarity,  have  become  indispensable  aids  to  wor- 
ship in  all  Christian  Protestant  congregations,  but  also 
many  of  the  finest  hymns  and  lyrics  of  modern  times, 
not  a  few  of  which  have  been  written  since  the  publica- 
tion of  any  other  Hymn  Book — is  such,  it  is  believed,  as 
will  commend  the  volume  to  those  congregations  which 
feel  the  want  of  a  Hymn  Book.  Some  of  the  best  minds 
of  our  Church  have  been  engaged  in  its  compilation. 
And  the  hope  is  entertained  that  all  the  congregations 
that  may  adopt  it,  will  find  it  a  minister  of  aspiration, 
strength,  and  comfort,  —  a  help  to  them  in  their  Christian 
work. 

Boston,  August,  1865. 


gafiiati)  S2aorsf)ip. 


INVOCATION 

6  &  4's  M.  Dobell's  Coll. 

Solemn  5-tibocauotx. 

COME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise  ; 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  Days ! 

2  Come,  thou  all-gracious  Lord  ! 
By  heaven  and  earth  adored, 

Our  prayer  attend ! 
Come,  and  thy  children  bless ; 
Give  thy  good  word  success ; 
Make  thine  own  holiness 

On  us  descend ! 

3  Never  from  us  depart ; 
Rule  thou  in  every  heart, 

Hence,  evermore ! 
Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore ! 


SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

7's  M.  F.  H.  Hedgb. 

Enbocatfon. 

SOVEREIGN  and  transforming  Grace  ! 
We  invoke  thy  quickening  power  ; 
Reign  the  spirit  of  this  place, 
Bless  the  purpose  of  this  hour. 

2  Holy  and  creative  Light ! 

We  invoke  thy  kindling  ray ; 
Dawn  upon  our  spirits'  night ; 
Turn  our  darkness  into  day. 

3  To  the  anxious  soul  impart 

Hope  all  other  hopes  above  ; 

Stir  the  dull  and  hardened  heart 

With  a  longing  and  a  love. 

4  Work  in  all,  in  all  renew, 

Day  by  day,  the  life  divine  ; 
All  our  wills  to  thee  subdue, 
All  our  hearts  to  thee  incline. 

7's  M.  G.  Wesley. 

LIGHT  of  life,  seraphic  fire  ; 
Love  divine,  thyself  impart : 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 
Enter  every  drooping  heart : 

2  Every  mournful  sinner  cheer, 
Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom ; 
Father,  in  thy  grace  appear, 
To  thy  human  temples  come. 


INVOCATION. 

3  Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 

Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 
Booting  out  the  seeds  of  sin. 

4  Nothing  more  can  we  require, 

We  will  covet  nothing  less  ; 
Be  thou  all  our  heart's  desire, 
Be  our  heaven,  in  holiness  ! 


4  C.  M.  Heed. 

S&e  Mhinz  Styftft. 

SPIRIT  divine  !  attend  our  prayer, 
And  make  our  hearts  thy  home ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power ; 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 

2  Come  as  the  light ;  to  waiting  minds 

That  long  the  truth  to  know, 
Reveal  the  narrow  path  of  right, 
The  way  of  duty  show. 

3  Come  as  the  fire ;  enkindle  now 

The  sacrificial  flame, 
Till  our  whole  souls  an  offering  be, 
In  love's  redeeming  name. 

a 

4  Come  as  the  dew ;  on  hearts  that  pine 

Descend  in  this  still  hour, 
Till  every  barren  place  shall  own 
With  joy  thy  quickening  power. 


4  SABBATH   WORSHIP. 

Fi  L.  M.  Breviary. 

Enbocatfon. 

THOU  Power  and  Peace  !  in  whom  we  find 
All  holiest  strength,  all  purest  love, 
The  rushing  of  the  mighty  wind, 
The  brooding  of  the  gentle  dove, — 

2  Forever  lend  thy  sovereign  aid, 

And  urge  us  on,  and  keep  us  thine ; 
Nor  leave  the  hearts  which  thou  hast  made 
Pit  temples  of  thy  grace  divine. 

3  Nor  let  us  quench  thy  saving  light ; 

But  still  with  softest  breathings  stir 
Our  wayward  souls,  and  lead  us  right, 
O  Holy  Spirit,  Comforter  I 

£  L.  M.  Breviary. 

Creator  Spfrft. 

OCOME,  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
Within  these  souls  of  thine  to  rest ; 
Come,  with  thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  thou  hast  made. 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit !  now  descend  ; 
Most  blessed  gift  which  God  can  send ; 
Thou  Fire  of  Love,  and  Fount  of  Life  ! 
Consume  our  sins,  and  calm  our  strife. 

3  With  patience  firm  and  purpose  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply  ; 
Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love. 


INVOCATION.  D 

7  L.  M.  MONTGOMERY. 

finbofefnjj  a  3Slessittfl. 

LORD  !  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 
And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 
Hear  thou  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And,  when  thou  nearest,  O  forgive  ! 

2  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  Gospel  of  thy  Son, 
Still,  by  the  power  of  his  great  name, 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

3  But  will  indeed  Jehovah  dei^n 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest? 
Here  will  the  world's  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

4  That  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 

8  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

23tbfnc  presence  Ewjrtoretr. 

SPEAK  with  us,  Lord;  thyself  reveal, 
While  here  on  earth  we  rove ; 
Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
The  kindlings  of  thy  love. 

2  With  thee  conversing,  we  forget 
All  toil,  and  time,  and  care  ; 
Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
If  thou  art  present  there. 


6  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

3  Here  then,  my  God,  be  pleased  to  stay, 
And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway, 
And  echo  to  thy  voice. 

9  C.  M.  Henry  Ware,  Jr. 

Xttbofcmg  (£aafB  £lf&. 

FATHER  in  heaven,  to  thee  my  heart 
Would  lift  itself  in  prayer ; 
Drive  from  my  soul  each  earthly  thought 
And  show  thy  presence  there. 

2  Each  moment  of  my  life  renews 

The  mercies  of  my  Lord, 
Each  moment  is  itself  a  gift 
To  bear  me  on  to  God. 

3  O,  help  me  break  the  galling  chains 

This  world  has  round  me  thrown, 
Each  passion  of  my  heart  subdue  , 
Each  darling  sin  disown. 

4  O  Father,  kindle  in  my  breast 

A  never-dying  flame 
Of  holy  love,  of  grateful  trust 
In  thy  almighty  name. 

20  7'sM.  Methodist  Com 

Jhibocatfon. 

FATHEK,  at  thy  footstool  see 
Those  who  now  are  one  in  thee : 
Draw  us  by  thy  grace  alone ; 
Give,  O  give  us  to  thy  Son. 


THE    SABBATH. 

2  Jesus,  friend  of  human  kind, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  be  joined 
Each  to  each  unite  and  bless ; 
Keep  us  still  in  perfect  peace. 

3  Heavenly,  all-alluring  Dove, 
Shed  thy  overshadowing  love ; 
Love,  the  sealing  grace  impart ; 
Dwell  within  our  single  heart. 


THE  SABBATH. 

L.  M.  Stennett. 

J5al)&atf)  J^orttms. 

ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  SabBath  is  begun  : 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  which  God  hath  blest. 

2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies, 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
"Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows  ! 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day  — 
In  holy  pleasures  —  pass  away  : 
How  sweet,  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 


8  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

12  0.  M.  Mrs.  Follen. 

2Lobe  of  Sabbatfj  Serbfce. 

HOW  sweet  upon  this  sacred  day, 
The  best  of  all  the  seven, 
To  cast  our  earthly  thoughts  away, 
And  think  of  God  and  heaven  ! 

2  How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 

Our  sins  may  be  forgiven  ! 
With  filial  love  and  trust  to  say, 
1 '  Father,  who  art  in  heaven  !  " 

3  How  sweet  the  words  of  peace  to  hear 

From  him  to  whom  't  is  given 
To  wake  the  penitential  tear, 
And  lead  the  way-  to  heaven  ! 

4  And  if,  to  make  our  sins  depart, 

In  vain  the  will  has  striven, 
He  who  regards  the  inmost  heart 
Will  send  his  grace  from  heaven. 

]_3  7's  M:  Newton. 

Saftfiatf)  i&otmtifl. 

SAFELY  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 


THE    SABBATH.  V 

Show  thy  reconciling  face  — 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

14  S.  M.  Watts. 

"T^ELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

T  T       That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  hhnself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amid  the  place 

Where  my  dear  Lord  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  folly  and  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
Till  called  to  rise  and  soar  away 
To  everlasting  buss. 

15  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

£$e  Bag  of  Stager  aittr  3&est. 

ARTEL'S  busy  sounds  and  ceaseless  din 
Wake  not  this  morning  air  ! 
A  holy  calm  should  welcome  in 
This  solemn  hour  of  prayer. 


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10  SABBATH   WORSHIP. 

2  Now  peace,  be  still,  unhallowed  care, 

And  hushed  within  the  breast ! 
A  holy  joy  shall  welcome  there 
This  happy  day  of  rest. 

3  Each  better  thought  the  spirit  knows, 

This  hour,  the  spirit  fill ! 
And  Thou,  from  whom  its  being  flows, 
O,  teach  it  all  thy  will ! 

4  Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  blest, 

And  send  its  hallowing  power, 
Its  sacred  calm  and  inward  rest, 
Through  many  a  busy  hour. 

16  H.  M.  HA.YWARD. 

Knbocatfon  fov  SLorD's  Bag  tfSornmcj. 

"Y\^ELCOME,  delightful  morn, 

▼  T        Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ! 
We  hail  thy  glad  return  : 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest. 
From  low  delights  and  mortal  toys 
We  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace  ; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  we  address  thy  face. 
0,let  us  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 


THE    SABBATH.  11 

Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours  : 
Then  shall  our  souls  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  enjoyed  in  vain. 

YJ  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

HOW  sweet,  how  calm,  this  Sabbath  morn ! 
How  pure  the  air  that  breathes, 
And  soft  the  sounds  upon  it  borne, 
And  light  its  vapor  wreaths  ! 

2  It  seems  as  if  the  Christian's  prayer, 

For  peace  and  joy  and  love, 
Were  answered  by  the  very  air 
That  wafts  its  strain  above. 

3  Let  each  unholy  passion  cease, 

Each  evil  thought  be  crushed, 
Each  anxious  care  that  mars  thy  peace 
In  faith  and  love  be  hushed. 


lg  S.    M.  BnLFiNcrr, 

'AIL  to  the  Sabbath  day  ! 
The  day  divinely  given , 
When  men  to  God  their  homage  pay, 
And  earth  draws  near  to  heaven. 


H 


2  Lord,  in  this  sacred  hour, 

Within  thy  courts  we  bend, 
And  bless  thy  love,  and  own  thy  power, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 


12  SABBATH   WORSHIP. 

3  But  thou  art  not  alone 

In  courts  by  mortals  trod ; 
Nor  only  is  the  day  thine  own 
When  man  draws  near  to  God. 

4  Thy  temple  is  the  arch 

Of  yon  unmeasured  sky ; 
Thy  Sabbath,  the  stupendous  march 
Of  grand  eternity. 

5  Lord,  may  that  holier  day 

Dawn  on  thy  servants'  sight ; 
And  purer  worship  may  we  pay 
In  heaven's  unclouded  light. 


29  L.  M.  New  York  Coll. 

WE  bless  thee  for  this  sacred  day, 
Thou  who  hast  every  blessing  given, 
Which  sends  the  dreams  of  earth  away, 
And  yields  a  glimpse  of  opening  heaven. 

2  Lord,  in  this  day  of  holy  rest, 

We  would  improve  the  calm  repose ; 
And,  in  thy  service  truly  blest, 

Forget  the  world,  its  joys  and  woes. 

3  Lord  !  may  thy  truth,  upon  the  heart 

Now  fall  and  dwell  as  heavenly  dew, 
And  flowers  of  grace  in  freshness  start 
Where  once  the  weeds  of  error  grew. 


THE    SABBATH.  13 

4  May  Prayer  now  lift  her  sacred  wings, 
Contented  with  that  aim  alone 
Which  bears  her  to  the  King  of  ldngs, 
And  rests  her  at  his  sheltering  throne. 


gQ  S.   M.  Anonymous. 

STtje  ?^our  of  ^vager. 

T  is  the  hour  of  prayer  : 

Draw  near  and  bend  the  knee, 
And  fill  the  calm  and  holy  air 

With  voice  of  melody  ! 
Overwearied  with  the  heat 

And  burden  of  the  day, 
Now  let  us  rest  our  wandering  feet, 

And  gather  here  to  pray. 

2  The  dark  and  deadly  blight 
That  walks  at  noontide  hour, 

The  midnight  arrow's  secret  flight, 

O'er  us  have  had  no  power  ; 
But  smiles  from  loving  eyes 

Have  been  around  our  way, 
And  lips  on  which  a  blessing  lies 

Have  bidden  us  to  pray. 

3  0,  blessed  is  the  hour 
That  lifts  our  hearts  on  high ; 

Like  sunlight  when  the  tempests  lower, 

Prayer  to  the  soul  is  nigh ; 
Though  dark  may  be  our  lot, 

Our  eyes  be  dim  with  care, 
These  saddening  thoughts  shall  trouble  not 

This  holy  hour  of  prayer. 


14  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

21  L.    M.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 
Sabbatft  ©fferfnfl. 

WHEN,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 
Man  comes  to  meet  his  Maker,  God, 
What  rites,  what  honors  shall  he  pay? 

How  spread  his  Sovereign's  praise  abroad? 

2  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 

Shall  curling  clouds  of  incense  rise? 
And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  pomp  of  sacrifice  ? 

3  Vain,  sinful  man  !  creation's  Lord 

Thy  golden  offerings  well  may  spare : 
But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  shalt  find 
Here  dwells  a  God  who  heareth  prayer. 

22  0.    M.  Geo.  Herbert. 
£fie  asiessfnjj  of  tbc  Sabbatb. 

BLEST  day  of  God  !  most  calm,  most  bright, 
The  first  and  best  of  days  ; 
The  laborer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  day  of  prayer  and  praise. 

2  My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine  ; 

His  rising  thee  did  raise ; 
And  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Beyond  all  other  days. 

3  The  first  fruits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind ; 
And  they  who  do  the  Sabbath  love 
A  happy  week  will  find. 


THE    SABBATH.  15 


This  day  I  must  to  God  appear, 
For,  Lord,  the  day  is  thine ; 

Help  me  to  spend  it  in  thy  fear, 
And  thus  to  make  it  mine. 


23  C.  P.  M.  Merbick. 

W$z  Safcfcatt)  anfc  ti>e  Bartijlg  Semjile. 

rFiHE  joyful  morn,  my  God,  is  come, 
JL    That  calls  me  to  my  Sabbath  home, 

Thy  presence  to  adore  ; 
My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 
With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend 

And  tread  the  hallowed  floor. 

2  With  holy  joy  I  hail  the  day 

That  warns  my  thirsting  soul  away : 

What  transports  fill  my  breast ! 
For,  lo  !  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  leads  me  to  his  rest ! 


24  0.   M.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

2T£e  SLovti's  3Haj)  J&omttifl. 

AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 
And  loud  hosannas  sung ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 


16  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

3  Ten  thousand  differing  lips  shall  join 
To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

25  L»   M.         Sun.  School  H.  B. 

Sabbat!)  3^2mu. 

CALLED  by  the  Sabbath  bells  away, 
Unto  thy  holy  temple,  Lord, 

1  '11  go,  with  willing  mind  to  pray, 

To  praise  thy  name  and  hear  thy  word. 

2  O  sacred  day  of  peace  and  joy, 

Thy  hours  are  ever  dear  to  me ; 
Ne'er  may  a  sinful  thought  destroy 
The  holy  calm  I  find  in  thee. 

3  Dear  are  thy  peaceful  hours  to  me, 

For  God  has  given  them  in  his  love, 
To  tell  how  calm,  how  blest  shall  be 
The  endless  day  of  heaven  above. 

gg  L.  M.  61.  Mrs.  Steele. 

&  Stager  for  3LovVs  29a#. 

GREAT  God,  this  sacred  day  of  thine 
Demands  our  soul's  collected  powers  ; 
May  we  employ  in  work  divine 
These  solemn,  these  devoted  hours  ; 
O  may  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  which  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

2  Hence,  ye  vain  cares  and  trifles,  fly ; 
Where  God  resides  appear  no  more ; 


THE    SABBATH.  17 

Omniscient  God,  thy  piercing  eye 
Can  every  secret  thought  explore  : 
O  may  thy  grace  our  hearts  refine, 
And  fix  our  thoughts  on  things  divine. 

3  The  word  of  life  dispensed  to-day 
Invites  us  to  a  heavenly  feast ; 
May  every  ear  the  call  obey  ; 
Be  every  heart  a  humble  guest ; 
Then  shall  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  which  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

27  0.  M.  Edmeston. 

WHEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 
And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close, 
That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn 
That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  that  soul-reviving  morn 
Beams  its  new  rays  of  light ! 

d  Blest  day  !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease. 
Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  Heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul ! 

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28  8's  &  7's  M.  Anonymous. 

«♦  STfje  aortr  is  fn  $f*  SEotg  Senile." 

OD  is  in  his  holy  temple : 
Thoughts  of  earth,  be  silent  now, 
While  with  reverence  we  assemble, 

And  before  his  presence  bow  ! 
He  is  with  us  now  and  ever, 

When  we  call  upon  his  name, 
Aiding  every  good  endeavor, 
Guiding  every  upward  aim. 

God  is  in  his  holy  temple  ;  — 

In  the  pure  and  holy  mind ; 
In  the  reverent  heart  and  simple  ; 

In  the  soul  from  sense  refined  : 
Then  let  every  low  emotion 

Banished  far  and  silent  be  ! 
And  our  souls,  in  pure  devotion, 

Lord,  be  temples  worthy  thee  ! 


29  S.  M.  E.  Taylor. 

©alt  to  tije  Spouse  of  ^rajjet. 

COME  to  the  house  of  prayer, 
O  ye  afflicted,  come  : 
The  God  of  peace  shall  meet  you  there  — 
He  makes  that  house  his  home. 


2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 
Ye  who  are  happy  now ; 


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In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 
In  Mndred  homage  bow. 

3  Ye  aged,  hither  come, 

For  ye  have  felt  his  love  : 
Soon  shall  your  trembling  tongues  be  dumb, 
Your  lips  forget  to  move. 

4  Ye  young,  before  his  throne, 

Come,  bow ;  your  voices  raise ; 

Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown 

Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

5  Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 

In  mercy  looks  on  all  — 
Who  see'st  the  tear  of  misery, 
And  hear'st  the  mourner's  call  — 

6  Up  to  thy  dwelling-place 

Bear  our  frail  spirits  on, 
Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace, 
And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 

30  L.  M.  .       Watts. 

Sobe  of  tije  Sanctuary. 

HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fan, 
O  Lord  of  Hosts,  thy  dwellings  are  I 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  Blessed  are  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face  and  learn  thy  praise. 


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3  Blessed  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 

God  is  their  strength  ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

4  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 


31  7's  M.  Merrick. 

"SSHjo  s$all  afcfOe  fit  &\)g  &a&crnacle?  " 

WHO  shall  towards  thy  chosen  seat 
Turn,  O  Lord,  his  favored  feet? 
Who  shall  at  thine  altar  bend  ? 
Who  shall  Zion's  lull  ascend  ? 
Who,  great  God,  a  welcome  guest. 
On  thy  holy  mountain  rest  ? 

2  He  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warmed ; 
He  whose  will  to  thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run ; 

He  whose  word  and  thought  are  one ; 
Who,  from  sin's  contagion  free, 
Lifts  his  willing  soul  to  thee. 

3  He  who  thus,  with  heart  unstained, 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordained, 
He  shall  towards  thy  chosen  seat 
Turn,  O  Lord,  his  favored  feet ; 
He  thy  ceaseless  care  shall  prove, 
He  shall  share  thy  constant  love. 


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32  L  M-  Salisbury  Coll. 

Jboxist  of  @fott. 

O,  God  is  here  !     Let  us  adore, 
And  humbly  bow  before  his  face  ! 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power ; 
Let  all  within  us  seek  his  grace. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here  !     Him,  day  and  night, 

United  choirs  of  angels  sing ; 
To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 

Heaven's  host  their  noblest  homage  bring. 

3  Being  of  beings  !  may  thy  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill : 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face  — 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 

33  L.  M.  Watts. 

«  Mote  amiable  are  tfig  Katiertiacles,  ©  Sortr  of  S^osts." 

GREAT  God  !  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee,  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door, 

3  God  is  our  sun,  — he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  shield, — he  guards  our  way; 
All  needful  grace  he  will  bestow, 

And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too. 


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4  O  God  !  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
Thy  willing  servants  may  we  be, 
For  blest  are  they  who  trust  in  thee. 

04  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

THOUGH  wandering  in  a  stranger  land, 
Though  on  the  waste  no  altar  stand, 
Take  comfort !  thou  art  not  alone, 
"While  Faith  has  marked  thee  for  her  own. 

2  Wouldst  thou  a  temple?  look  above,  — 
The  heavens  stretch  over  all  in  love ; 

A  book  ?  for  thine  evangel  scan 
The  wondrous  history  of  man. 

3  And  though  no  organ-peal  be  heard, 
In  harmony  the  winds  are  stirred ; 
And  there  the  morning  stars  upraise 
Their  ancient  songs  of  deathless  praise. 


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S.  M.  Stennett. 

presence  of  Jesus. 

HOW  charming  is  the  place 
Where  the  dear  Son  of  God 
Unvails  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad ! 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces 

To  which  the  great  resort 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 


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3  Here  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  him  its  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents ; 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants* 

5  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 

Within  thy  blessed  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

36  12's  &  ll's  M.  Edmeston. 

3TJ)e  ?$ouse  of  GSoti. 

THERE'S  a  refuge  of  peace  from  the  tempests 
that  beat, 
From  the  dark  clouds  that  threaten,  the  wild 

wind  that  blows ; 
A  holy,  a  sweet  and  a  lovely  retreat, 

A  spring  of  refreshment,  a  place  of  repose. 

2  T  is  the  house  of  my  God,  't  is  the  dwelling  of 

prayer, 
The   temple   all   hallowed   by  blessing  and 

praise ; 
If  sorrow  and  faithlessness  conquer  me,  there 
My  heart  to  the  throne  of  his  grace  I  can  raise. 

3  For  a  refuge  like  this,  ah,  what  praises  are  due ! 

For  a  rest  so  serene,  for  a  covert  so  fair : 


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24  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

Ah,  why  are  the  seasons  of  worship  so  few? 
And  why  are   so  seldom   the   meetings  of 
prayer  ? 

37  H.  M.  Watts. 

SSlesseTmcss  of  3&\iWt  HBoxsfyip, 

OED  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples,  are  ! 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires,  with  warm  desires 
To  see  my  God. 

2  O,  happy  souls,  that  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 

O,  happy  men,  who  pay 
Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still ; 
And  happy  they  who  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill ! 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

Till  each  arrives  at  length  — 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears. 
O,  glorious  seat, 
When  God,  our  King,  shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet ! 

C.  M.  Milton. 

W$z  33Iessctmess  of  tlje  JDebout. 

OW  lovely  are  thy  dwellings,  Lord, 
From  noise  and  trouble  free  ; 


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Bow  beautiful  the  sweet  accord 
Of  souls  that  pray  to  thee ! 

2  Lord  God  of  Hosts,  that  reign'st  on  high, 

They  are  the  truly  blest 
Who  only  will  on  thee  rely, 
In  thee  alone  will  rest. 

3  They  pass,  refreshed,  the  thirsty  vale, 

The  dry  and  barren  ground, 
As  though  a  fruitful,  watery  dale, 
Where  springs  and  showers  abound. 

4  They  journey  on  from  strength  to  strength, 

With  joy  and  gladsome  cheer, 
Till  all  before  our  God  at  length 
In  Zion  do  appear. 

5  For  God,  the  Lord,  both  sun  and  shield, 

Gives  grace  and  glory  bright ; 

No  good  from  him  shall  be  withheld 

Whose  ways  are  just  and  right. 

39  7's  M.  Bowrino. 

"1ST  thy  courts  let  peace  be  found, 
Be  thy  temple  full  of  love ; 
There  we  tread  on  holy  ground, 
All  serene,  around,  above. 

2  While  the  knee  in  prayer  is  bent, 

While  with  praise  the  heart  o'erflows, 
Tranquillize  the  turbulent ! 
Give  the  weary  one  repose  ! 


26  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

3  Be  the  place  for  worship  meet, 

Meet  the  worship  for  the  place } 
Contemplation's  best  retreat,- 

Shrine  of  guilelessness  and  grace  I 

4  As  an  infant  knows  its  home, 

Lord,  may  we  thy  temples  know ; 
Thither  for  instruction  come  — 
Thence  by  thee  instructed  go. 


WOESHIP  AND  PRAISE. 

^,Q  L.  M.  Feotiiingham. 

3a*ut|)  atxtr  Sobe. 

OGOD,  whose  presence  glows  in  all, 
Within,  around  us,  and  above  ! 
Thy  word  we  bless,  thy  name  we  call,  • 

Whose  word  is  Truth,  whose  name  is  Love. 

2  That  truth  be  with  the  heart  believed 

Of  all  who  seek  this  sacred  place ; 
With  power  proclaimed,  in  peace  received,  — 
Our  spirits'  light, thy  Spirit's  grace. 

3  That  love  its  holy  influence  pour, 

To  keep  us  meek,  and  make  us  free, 
And  throw  its  binding  blessing  more 
Eound  each  with  all,  and  all  with  thee. 

4  Send  down  its  angel  to  our  side  — 

Send  in  its  calm  upon  the  breast ; 
For  we  would  know  no  other  guide, 
And  we  can  need  no  other  rest. 


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£Y  L.  M.  Cowper. 

Spfritual  SStoljfp. 

OLOED  !  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come. 
And,  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

3  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care ; 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes. 

^2  k*    M.  PlERPONT. 

SEmbersal  dtorsftfjj. 

OTHOU,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 
The  lyre  of  Hebrew  bards  was  strung, 
Whom  kings  adored  in  song  sublime, 

And  prophets  praised  with  glowing  tongue ; 

2  Not  now  on  Zion's  height  alone 

Thy  favored  worshipper  may  dwell ; 
Nor  where,  at  sultry  noon,  thy  Son, 
Sat  weary,  by  the  patriarch's  well. 

3  From  every  place  below  the  skies, 

The  grateful  song,  the  fervent  prayer  — 
The  incense  of  the  heart  —  may  rise 
To  heaven,  and  find  acceptance  there. 


28  SABBATH    "WORSHIP. 

4  To  thee  shall  age  with  snowy  hair, 

And  strength  and  beauty  bend  the  knee, 
-And  childhood  lisp,  with  reverent  air, 
Its  praises  and  its  prayers  to  thee. 

5  O  Thou,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 

The  lyre  of  prophet-bards  was  strung, 
To  thee,  at  last,  in  every  clime 

Shall  temples  rise,  and  praise  be  sung. 

43  C.  M.  H.  M.  Williams. 

SBairftunl  Bcbotfon. 

^HILE  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
"With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 


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Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 


44  7's  M.  J.  Taylor. 

■JPtejarattou  fox  KSJorsfuj). 

LORD,  before  thy  presence  come, 
Bow  we  down  with  holy  fear ; 
Call  our  erring  footsteps  home, 
Let  us  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2  Wandering  thoughts  and  languid  powers 

Come  not  where  devotion  kneels  ; 
Let  the  soul  expand  her  stores, 
Glowing  with  the  joy  she  feels. 

3  At  the  portals  of  thine  house, 

We  resign  our  earth-born  cares ; 
.Nobler  thoughts  our  souls  engross, 
Songs  of  praise  and  fervent  prayers. 

45  L.  M.  0.  W.  Holmes. 
.Safifcatl)  ^gmti  to  t$e  Beftg.. 

LORD  of  all  being,  'throned  afar, 
Thy  glory  names  from  sun  and  star ; 
Centre  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  ]oving  heart  how  near ! 


3G  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

2  Sun  of  our  life,  thy  wakening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day ; 
Star  of  our  hope,  thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night, 

3  Our  midnight  is  thy  smile  withdrawn ; 
Our  noontide  is  thy  gracious  dawn ; 
Our  rainbow  arch,  thy  mercy's  sign ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  thine ! 

4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above, 

Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is  love. 
Before  thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own. 

5  Grant  us  thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  theey 
Till  all  thy  living  altars  claim 

One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame. 

^g  7's  M.  Bowring. 

Sotola?  $rafse. 

LORD,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
Hear  the  praises  of  our  race, 
And,  while  hearing,  let  thy  grace 

Dews  of  sweet  forgiveness  pour ; 
While  we  know,  benignant  King, 
That  the  praises  which  we  bring 
Are  a  worthless  offering 

Till  thy  blessing  makes  it  more. 

2  More  of  truth,  and  more  of  might, 
More  of  love,  and  more  of  light, 


WORSHIP   AND   PRAISE.  31 

More  of  reason  and  of  right, 

From  thy  pardoning  grace  be  given  ! 

It  can  make  the  humblest  song 

Sweet,  acceptable,  and  strong, 

As  the  strains  the  angel  throng 

Pour  around  the  throne  of  heaven. 

47  7's  M.  Bowring. 

"T¥7HEN  before  thy  throne  we  kneel, 

T  T     Filled  with  awe  and  holy  fear. 
Teach  us,  O  our  God,  to  feel 
All  thy  sacred  presence  near. 

2  Check  each  proud  and  wandering  thought. 

When  on  thy  great  name  we  call ; 
Man  is  nought  —  is  less  than  nought  — 
Thou,  our  God,  art  all  in  all. 

3  Weak,  imperfect  creatures,  we 

In  this  vale  of  darkness  dwell, 
Yet  presume  to  look  to  thee 
'Midst  thy  light  ineffable. 

4  O,  receive  the  praise  that  dares 

Seek  (hy  heaven-exalted  throne  ; 
Bless  our  offerings,  hear  our  prayers. 
Infinite  and  Holy  One  ! 

48  L.  M.  Weiszel. 
2£eJofce  m  tjje  Sort!. 

IIET  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates, 
^     Behold  the  King  of  glory  waits, 


32  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here ; 
Life  and  salvation  he  doth  bring, 
Wherefore  rejoice,  and  gladly  sing  ! 

2  Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart, 
Make  it  a  temple  set  apart 
From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer,  and  love,  and  joy  ; 
So  shall  your  Sovereign  enter  in, 
And  new  and  nobler  life  begin. 

49  £•  M.  Sterling. 

praise  to  tfje  €5ott  of  all. 

0  SOURCE  divine,  and  life  of  all, 
The  fount  of  being's  wondrous  sea  ! 
Thy  depth  would  every  heart  appall, 
That  saw  not  love  supreme  in  thee. 

2  We  shrink  before  thy  vast  abyss, 

Where  worlds  on  worlds  eternal  brood  ; 
We  know  thee  truly  but  in  this,  — 
That  thou  bestowest  all  our  good. 

3  And  so,  'mid  boundless  time  and  space, 

O;  grant  us  still  in  thee  to  dwell, 
And  through  the  ceaseless  web  to  trace 
Thy  presence  working  all  things  well. 

4  Nor  let  thou  life's  delightful  play 

Thy  truth's  transcendent  vision  hide ; 
Nor  strength  and  gladness  lead  astray 
From  thee,  our  nature's  only  guide. 


WORSHIP  AND  PRAISE.  33 

Bestow  on  every  joyous  thrill 

Thy  deeper  tone  of  reverent  awe ; 

Make  pure  thy  children's  erring  will, 
And  teach  their  hearts  to  love  thy  law. 


50  7's  M.  J.  Taylor 

Acceptable  ©ffertticjs. 
OKD  !  what  offering  shall  we  bring, 
At  thine  altars  when  we  bow? 
Hearts,  the  pure,  unsullied  spring 
Whence  the  kind  affections  flow : 


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2  Willing  hands,  to  lead  the  blind ; 

Heal  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor, 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind, 
Charity,  with  liberal  store. 

3  Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  King, 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring, 
Love  to  thee  and  ail  mankind. 


51  H.  M.  H.  Ballot:,  2d. 

Sambersal  ^catse. 

~\7TE  realms  below  the  skies, 
JL      Your  Maker's  praises  sing ; 
Let  boundless  honors  rise 
To  heaven's  eternal  King, 
O,  bless  his  name  whose  love  extends 
Salvation  to  the  world's  far  ends. 

2  'Tis  he  the  mountains  crowns 
With  forests  waving  wide ; 


34  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

'Tis  he  old  ocean  bounds, 
And  heaves  her  roaring  tide ; 
He  swells  the  tempests  on  the  main, 
Or  breathes  the  zephyr  o  'er  the  plain. 

3  Still  let  the  waters  roar 

As  round  the  earth  they  roll : 
His  praise  for  evermore 

They  sound  from  pole  to  pole. 
'Tis  nature's  wild,  unconscious  song 
O'er  thousand  waves  that  floats  along. 


4  His  praise,  ye  worlds  on  high, 
Display  with  all  your  spheres, 
Amid  the  darksome  sky, 
When  silent  night  appears. 
O,  let  his  works  declare  his  name 
Through  all  the  universal  frame  ! 

52  11  &  10's  M.  Whittier. 

OHE  whom  Jesus  loved  has  truly  spoken  ! 
,     The  holier  worship  which  God  deigns 
to  bless 
Restores  the  lost  and  heals  the  spirit-broken, 
And  feeds  the  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

2  Then,    brother    man,    fold   to    thy   heart   thy 
brother  ! 
For  where  love  dwells  the  peace  of  God  is 
there  : 
To  worship  rightly  is  to  love  each  other ; 

Each    smile  a   hymn,    each   kindly  deed   a 
prayer. 


WORSHIP   AND  PKAISE.  35 

3  Follow  with  reverent  steps  the  great  example 

Of  Him  whose  holy  work  was  doing  good ; 
So  shall  the  wide  earth  seem  our  Father's  tem- 
ple, 
Each  loving  life  a  psalm  of  gratitude. 

4  Thus  shall  all  shackles  fall ;   the  stormy  clangor 

Of  wild   war   music    o'er   the    earth    shall 
cease ; 
Love   shall  tread  out  the  baleful  fires  of  anger, 
And  in  its  ashes  plant  the  tree  of  peace. 

53  H.  M.  Watte. 

praise  from  all  features. 
"\/T£  tribes  of  Adam,  join 
A      With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praise  : 
Ye  holy  throng  of  angels  bright ! 
In  worlds  of  light,  begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun  with  dazzling  rays  ! 

And  moon  that  rules  the  night ! 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 

With  stars  of  twinkling  light. 
His  power  declare,  ye  floods  on  high  ! 
And  clouds  that  fly  in  empty  air  ! 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move, 
By  his  supreme  command  : 
He  spake  the  word,  and  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came,  to  praise  the  Lord. 


36  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

4  His  praise,  ye  worlds  on  high, 
Display,  with  all  your  spheres, 
Amid  the  darksome  sky, 
When  silent  night  appears. 

O,  let  his  works  declare  his  name 

Through  all  the  universal  frame  ! 

54  L.  M.  Tate  &  Brady. 

^rafse  to  tije  gSreat  Se&obaJ). 
>E  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high; 
And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 


B 


2  O  God,  our  hearts  are  fixed  and  bent 
Then  thankful  tribute  to  present ; 

And,  with  the  heart,  the  voice  we'll  raise 
To  thee,  our  God,  in  songs  of  praise. 

3  Thy  praises,  Lord,  we  will  resound 
To  all  the  listening  nations  round ; 
Thy  mercy  highest  heaven  transcends  ; 
Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

4  Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high ; 
And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 

55  L-  M-  H-  Ballou,  2d. 

33t*afse  »e  tl)e  3Lor"&. 

PEAISE  ye  the  Lord  around  whose  throne 
All  heaven  in  ceaseless  worship  waits, 


WORSHIP  AKD  PRAISE.  37 

Whose  glory  fills  the  worlds  unknown — 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  from  Zion's  gates. 

2  With  mingling  souls  and  voices  join ; 

To  him  the  swelling  anthem  raise ; 
Repeat  his  name  with  joy  divine, 
And  fill  the  temple  with  Ms  praise. 

3  All-gracious  God,  to  thee  we  owe 

Each  joy  and  blessing  time  affords, — 
Might,  life,  and  health,  and  all  below, 
Spring  from  thy  presence,  Lord  of  lords. 

4*  Thine  be  the  praise,  for  thine  the  love 
That  freely  all  our  sins  forgave, 
Pointed  our  dying  eyes  above, 

And  showed  us  life  beyond  the  grave. 


£)g  8  &  7's  M.    Songs  of  the  Unity. 

praise  Qe  Sortt. 
MAKE  a  noise  unto  the  Lord, 
And,  all  ye  lands  adore  him  ; 
With  sinoino:  come  before  his  throne, 
And  serve  the  Lord  with  gladness. 


o 


2  0,  know  ye  that  the  Lord  is  God, 

And  he  it  is  that  made  us, 
Not  we  ourselves  ;  his  people  we, 
The  sheep  within  his  pasture  ! 

3  O,  come  unto  his  courts  with  praise, 

And  enter  with  thanksgiving  : 
Be  thankful  all,  and  bless  his  name ; 
For  the  Lord  is  good  forever. 


38  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

0/  8  &  7's  M.        Liverpool  Coll. 

PRAISE  the  Lord  !   ye  heavens  adore  him  : 
Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height , 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light ! 

2  Praise  the  Lord  —  for  he  hath  spoken  ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken, 
For  then-  guidance,  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord  —  for  he  is  glorious  ; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  his  name. 

58  L-  M-  Tate  &  Brady. 

8U  Nations  e$orte*  to  ^troratfon  aufc  33cafee. 

"\1TITH  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth 

V  1      To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise  ; 
Glad  homage  pay,  with  hallowed  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise  ; 

2  Assured  that  he  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed,  — 
We,  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 
The  flock  which  he  delights  to  feed. 


WORSHIP  AND  PKAISE.  39 

3  O,  enter,  then,  his  temple  gate ; 

Thence  to  his  courts,  devoutly  press  ; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless ; 

4  For  he 's  the  Lord,  supremely  good ; 

His  mercy  is  forever  sure ; 
His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 


59  10  &  ll's  M.  Doddridge. 

^rafse  atxtr  Hrultatfoti. 

PKAXSE  ye  the  Lord  ;  prepare  a  new  song, 
And  let  all  his  saints  in  full  chorus  join ; 
With  voices  united  the  anthem  prolong, 

And  show  forth  his  praises  with  music  divine. 

2  Let  praise  to  the  Lord,  who  made  us,  ascend; 

Let  each  grateful  heart  be  glad  in  its  King ; 
The  God  whom  we  worship  our  songs  will  attend, 
And  view  with  complacence  the  offering  we 
brins;. 

3  Be  joyful,  ye  saints,  sustained  by  Ms  might, 

And  let  your  glad  song  awake  with  each  morn ; 
For  those  who  obey  him  are  still  his  delight ; 
His  hand  with  salvation  the  meek  will  adorn. 

4  Then  praise  ye  the  Lord ;    prepare  a  glad  song, 

And  let  all  his  saints  in  full  chorus  join ; 
With  voices  united  the  anthem  prolong, 

And  show  forth  his  praises  with  music  divine. 


40  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

gO  L-  M-  St»  Ambrose. 

BOTH  heaven  and  earth  do  worship  thee, 
Thou  Father  of  eternity ; 
With  splendor  from  thy  glory  spread 
Are  heaven  and  earth  replenished. 

2  To  thee  all  angels  loudly  cry, 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  on  high, 
The  apostles'  glorious  company, 
The  prophets'  fellowship  praise  thee. 

3  The  noble  and  victorious  host 

Of  martyrs  make  of  thee  their  boast ; 
The  holy  church,  in  every  place 
Throughout  the  earth  exalts  thy  praise. 

4  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  thee  : 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore. 

gj  7's  M.  Salisbury  Coll. 

gflrgration  noO  33rnfse. 

OLY,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Be  thy  glorious  name  adored. 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail : 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 


WOESHIP    AND  PRAISE.  43 

3  "While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way ; 
Then  on  high  we'll  joyful  raise 
Songs  of  everlasting  praise. 

4  There  no  tongue  shall  silent  be ; 
All  shall  join  in  harmony, 

That  through  heaven's  capacious  round 
Praise  to  thee  may  ever  sound. 

5  Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Be  thy  glorious  name  adored. 


6:2  0.  M.  Patrick. 

8Te  23eum. 

GOD,  we  praise. thee,  and  confess 
That  thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored. 


o 


2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud ; 

To  thee  the  powers  on  high. 
Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry,  — 

3  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 
Of  thy  majestic  sway. 

d  The  apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  prophets  crowned  with  light, 


42  SABBATH   WORSHIP. 

With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

-  5  The  holy  church  throughout  the  world, 
O  Lord,- confesses  thee  — 
That  thou  eternal  Father  art 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

53  8's  &  7's  M-  Fawcett. 

(Sot)  of  our  .Salbntfon. 

PEAISE  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator ; 
Praise  be  thine  from  every  tongue ; 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  sons;. 

2  Father,  source  of  all  compassion, 

Free,  unbounded  grace  is  thine  : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine. 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 
Sound  his  praise  through  earth  and  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high. 

4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise ; 
There,  enraptured,  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


g4  L.  M.  Watts. 

Z\)t  3jvfal)tncss  of  <£oti's  <&lor£. 

'OW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ! 

Awake,  my  soul  !  awake,  my  tongue 


N' 


WORSHIP  AND  PRAISE.  43 

Hosanna  to  tli'  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 
Proclaim  the  wise,  the  powerful  God, 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star ; 

3  But  in  the  gospel  of  thy  Son 

Are  all  thy  mightiest  works  outdone ; 
The  light  it  pours  upon  our  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

4  Our  spirits  kindle  in  its  beam ; 
It  is  a  sweet,  a  glorious  theme : 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ; 
Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

65  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

jjm*  JStttcerttg  lit  efflJovsJin. 

LORD  !  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne, 
And  our  confessions  pour, 
O  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see ; 

True  penitence  impart ; 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  thee 
Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

O  let  our  wills  resign  ; 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 


44  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

4  Then,  on  tliy  glories  while  we  dwell, 
Thy  mercies  we  '11  review  ; 
With  love  divine  transported,  tell,  — 
"  Thou,  God,  art  Father  too  !  " 

gg  L.  M.  Sir  J.  E.  Smith. 

PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  ; 
Thy  saints  adore  thy  holy  name  ; 
Thy  creatures  bend  th'  obedient  knee, 
And,  humbly,  thy  protection  claim. 

2  Thy  hand  has  raised  us  from  the  dust ; 

The  breath  of  life  thy  Spirit  gave  ; 
Where,  but  in  thee,  can  mortals  trust? 
Who,  but  our  God,  has  power  to  save? 

3  Still  may  thy  children  in  thy  word 

Their  common  trust  and  refuge  see  ; 
O  bind  us  to  each  other,  Lord, 

By  one  great  tie,  — the  love  of  thee. 

4  So  shall  our  sun  of  hope  arise, 

With  brighter  still  and  brighter  ray, 
Till  thou  shalt  bless  our  longing  eyes 
With  beams  of  everlasting  day. 


67  C.  M.  Vaughan. 

Elnfbcrsal  liratee. 

ALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 
His  glorious  acts  proclaim  ; 
The  fulness  of  his  grace  record, 
And  magnify  his  name 


o. 


WORSHIP  AND  PRAISE.  45 

2  His  love  is  great  —  liis  mercy  sure, 
And  faithful  is  his  word ; 
His  truth  forever  shall  endure  : 
Forever  praise  the  Lord  ! 

68  L.  M  Bo-wring. 

perpetual  praise. 

'TT7HEX,  wakened  by  thy  voice  of  power, 

t  t     The  hour  of  morning  beams  in  light, 
My  voice  shall  sing  that  morning  hour, 
And  thee,  who  mad'st  that  hour  so  bright. 

2  The  morning  strengthens  into  noon  : 

Earth's  fairest  beauties  shine  more  fair , 
And  noon  and  morning  shall  attune 
My  grateful  heart  to  praise  and  prayer. 

3  When  'neath  the  evening's  western  gate 

The  sun's  retiring  rays  are  hid, 
My  joy  shall  be  to  meditate, 
E'en  as  the  pious  patriarch  did. 

4  As  twilight  wears  a  darker  hue, 

And  gathering  night  creation  dims, 
The  twilight  and  the  midnight,  too, 

Shall  have  their  harmonies  and  hymns. 

5  So  shall  sweet  thoughts,  and  thoughts  sublime, 

My  constant  inspirations  be  ; 
And  every  shifting  scene  of  time 
Reflect,  my  God,  a  light  from  thee. 


46  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

69  C.  M.  M.  Rayner. 

©fencral  ^rafse. 

HAIL  !  Source  of  light,  of  life,  and  love, 
And  joys  that  never  end  ; 
In  whom  all  creatures  live  and  move ; 
Creator,  Father,  Friend. 

2  All  space  is  with  thy  presence  crowned  ; 

Creation  owns  thy  care ; 
Each  spot  in  nature's  ample  round, 
Proclaims  that  God  is  there. 

3  Attuned  to  praise  be  every  voice ; 

Let  not  one  heart  be  sad ; 
Jehovah  reigns  !     Let  earth  rejoice ; 
Let  all  the  isles  be  glad. 

4  Then  sound  the  anthem  loud  and  long, 

In  sweetest,  loftiest  strains  ; 
And  be  the  burden  of  the  song, 
The  Lord,  Jehovah,  reigns  ! 

70  10's  &  ll's.  Grant. 

dots  ©Iorfous. 

0  WORSHIP  the  King,  all  glorious  above, 
,  And  gratefully  sing  his  wonderful  love, 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of  Days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor,  and  girded  with  praise. 

2  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 
It  streams  from  the  lulls,  it  descends   to  the 

plain, 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 


WORSHIP  AND  PRAISE.  47 

3  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  thee  to  fail ; 
Thy  mercies  how  tender  !  how  firm  to  the  end  ! 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend. 

71  C.  M.  Jkryis. 

?^omaae  xxtiJ  Bebotfon. 

WITH  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes 
To  those  bright  realms  above,  — 
That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies 
Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

2  Thee  we  adore,  and,  Lord,  to  thee 

Our  filial  duty  pay ; 
Thy  service,  unconstrained  and  free, 
Conducts  to  endless  day. 

3  While  in  thy  house  of  prayer  we  kneel 

With  trust  and  holy  fear, 
Thy  mercy  and  thy  truth  reveal, 
And  lend  a  gracious  ear. 

o 

4  With  fervor  teach  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  tune  our  lips  to  sing ; 
Nor  from  thy  presence  cast  away 
The  sacrifice  we  brine;. 

72  0.    M.  G.  BlTRBER. 

@fott  fs  SLobe. 

COME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord  !      [ ',. 
And  raise  your  souls  above  ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord 
To  sing  that  —  God  is  love. 


48  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

2  Behold  his  loving-kindness  waits 

For  those  who  from  him  rove, 
And  calls  of  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 
To  teach  them  —  God  is  love. 

3  Oh  !  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove  ; 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout  that  —  God  is  love. 


73  L.  M.  C.  Bobbin* 

«  Speaft,  Sortr,  for  tijg  Scrimnt  ijearetf)." 

WHILE  thus  thy  throne  of  grace  we  seek, 
O  God,  within  our  spirits  speak  ! 
For  we  will  hear  thy  voice  to-day, 
Nor  turn  our  hardened  hearts  away. 

2  Speak  in  thy  gentlest  tones  of  love, 
Till  all  our  best  affections  move ; 
We  long  to  hear  no  meaner  call, 
But  feel  that  Thou  art  all  in  all. 

3  To  conscience  speak  thy  quickening  word, 
Till  all  its  sense  of  sin  is  stirred : 

For  we  would  leave  no  stain  of  guile, 
To  cloud  the  radiance  of  thy  smile. 

4  Speak,  Father,  to  the  anxious  heart, 
Till  every  fear  and  doubt  depart : 
For  we  can  find  no  home  or  rest, 
Till  with  thy  Spirit's  whispers  blest. 


WORSHIP  AND   PRAISE.  49 

74  L.  M.  61.  C.  Wesley. 

W&oxsftp  in  Sjrtrft  Tints  fti  STtuti). 

FATHER  of  omnipresent  grace  ! 
We  seem  agreed  to  seek  thy  face  : 
But  every  soul  assembled  here 
Doth  naked  in  thy  sight  appear  ; 
Thou  know'st  who  only  bows  the  knee, 
And  who  in  heart  approaches  thee. 

2  To-day,  while  it  is  called  to-day, 
Awake  and  stir  us  up  to  pray ; 
The  spirit  of  thy  word  impart, 
And  breathe  the  life  into  our  heart ; 
Our  weakness  help,  our  darkness  chase, 
And  guide  us  by  the  light  of  grace. 

75  L.   M.  Watts. 

SJje  promises  sure. 

PRAISE,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
To  Him  who  earth's  foundations  laid ; 
Praise  to  the  God  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  all  the  world  as  lie  doth  please. 

2  Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word ; 
And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
Reveals  his  kindest  promises. 

3  O  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 

To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith  ! 
To  hear  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own  ! 


50  SABBATH   WORSHIP. 

4  Then,  should  the  earth's  firm  pillars  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 
Our  steady  souls  would  fear  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

7  b  ,  S.  M.     Spirit  of  the  Psalms. 

STjbe  2Self$)ts  of  SaMatt)  ttSforsljfj). 

SWEET  is  the  task,  O  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 
To  praise  thy  name  and  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  hour, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And  when  the  night-wind  shuts  the  flower, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet  on  this  day  of  rest 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy, 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  best  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

77  s-  M-  Watts. 

Hpalt  tlic  SiovTr.    $s.  rcfv. 

EXALT  the  Lord,  our  God, 
And  worship  at  his  feet ; 
His  nature  is  all  holiness, 
And  mercy  is  his  seat. 


VESPEES.  -*' 

2  When  Israel  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 
When  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  prayed, 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 

JSTor  would  destroy  their  race ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  knovm 
When  they  abused  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whose  grace  is  still  the  same  ;  — 
Still  he  's  a  God  of  holiness, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 


VESPEES. 

78  7's  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

iSaft&atf)  SEbcmng. 

PFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Night  her  solemn  mantle  spreads 
O'er  the  earth,  as  daylight  fades ; 
All  tilings  tell  of  calm  repose 

At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close. 

3  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad ; 
'T  is  the  holy  peace  of  God,  — 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within, 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 


52  SABBATH   WORSHIP. 

4  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near, 
Where  the  evening  worshipper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

79  7's  M.  Furness. 

3£]>mix  of  NfutJt. 
LOWLY,  by  God's  hand  unfurled, 
Down  around  the  weary  world 
Falls  the  darkness  ;  O,  how  still 
Is  the  working  of  his  will ! 


& 


2  Mighty  Spirit,  ever  nigh  ! 
Work  in  me  as  silently ; 

Veil  the  day's  distracting  sights, 
Show  me  heaven's  eternal  lights. 

3  Living  stars  to  view  be  brought 

In  the  boundless  realms  of  thought ; 
High  and  infinite  desires, 
Flaming  like  those  upper  fires  ! 

4  Holy  truth,  eternal  right, 

Let  them  break  upon  my  sight ; 
Let  them  shine  serene  and  still, 
And  with  light  my  being  fill. 

80  IJ-  H.  Anonymous. 

.Sabuat!)  Hbctunjj. 

f  T^HERE  is  a  time  when  moments  flow 
JL      More  happily  than  all  beside  ; 
It  is,  of  all  the  times  below, 
A  Sabbath  at  the  eventide. 


VESPERS.  53 

2  O  then  the  setting  sun  shines  fair, 

And  all  below,  and  all  above, 
The  various  forms  of  Xature,  wear 
One  universal  garb  of  love. 

3  And  then  the  peace  that  Jesus  brought, 

The  life  of  grace  eternal  beams, 
And  we,  by  his  example  taught-, 
Improve  the  life  his  love  redeems. 

4  Delightful  scene  !  a  world  at  rest ; 

A  God  all  love  ;  no  grief,  no  fear ; 
A  heavenly  hope,  a  peaceful  breast, 
A  smile,  unsullied  by  a  tear. 


81  Ij-  M.  Collybb. 

Sbenfng  S&ccoUectfons. 

A  NOTHEE,  fleeting  day  is  gone  ; 
.£.  \.     Slow  o'er  the  west  the  shadows  rise ; 
Swift  the  soft-stealing  hours  have  flown, 
And  night's  dark  mantle  veils  the  skies. 

2  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone 

Swift  from  the  records  of  the  year ; 
And  still,  with  each  successive  sun, 
Life's  fading  visions  disappear. 

3  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ; 

But  soon  a  fairer  day  shall  rise, 
A  day  whose  never-setting  sun 

Shall  pour  its  light  o'er  cloudless  skies. 


54  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

852  Ii.  M.  Breviary. 

GREAT  Framer  of  the  earth  and  sky, 
•    Who  dost  the  light  and  darkness  give, 
And  all  the  cheerful  change  supply 
Of  alternating  morn  and  eve  ! 

2  Awake  us  from  false  sleep  profound, 

And  through  our  senses  pour  thy  light ; 
Be  thy  blest  name  the  first  we  sound 
At  early  dawn,  the  last  at  night- 


83  7's  M.  Doane. 

ISbenfng  1%$vxn. 

OFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  will  commune  with  thee. 


8 


2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Nought  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 

Open  fault  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

84  7's  M.  Bowring. 

J&ornuxB  or  SEbenftifl.  —  &ll  from  (Kott. 

FATHER  !    Thy  paternal  care 
Has  my  guardian  been,  my  guide  ! 


VESPERS.  55 

Every  hallowed  wish  and  prayer 

Has  thy  hand  of  love  supplied ; 
Thine  is  every  thought  of  bliss, 

Left  by  hours  and  days  gone  by  5 
Every  hope  thy  offspring  is. 

Beaming  from  futurity. 

Every  sun  of  splendid  ray  ; 

Every  moon  that  shines  serene ; 
Every  morn  that  welcomes  day ; 

Every  evening's  twilight  scene ; 
Every  hour  which  wisdom  brings ; 

Every  incense  at  thy  shrine  ; 
These  —  and  all  life's  holiest  things, 

And  its  fairest  — -  all  are  thine. 

And  for  all,  my  hymns  shall  rise 

Daily  to  thy  gracious  throne  ; 
Thither  let  my  asking  eyes 

Turn  unwearied.,  righteous  One  ! 
Through  life's  strange  vicissitude 

There  reposing  all  my  care, 
Trusting  still  through  ill  and  good, 

Fixed  and  cheered  and  counselled  there. 


85  £•  M.  Keblb. 

"SflMta  toftl)  us,  for  it  is  totoartrs  SEfoenfng,  ati"0  tjje  29au 

ts  fav  Sjpent." 

9  HPIS  gone,  that  bright  and  orbed  blaze, 
-i-    Fast  fading  from  our  wistful  gaze  ; 
Yon  mantling  cloud  has  hid  from  sight 
The  last  faint  pulse  of  quivering  light. 


56  SABBATH   WORSHIP. 

2  Sun  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near : 

O  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  ni^ht  is  nio-h, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

86  L-  M.  Bowrinq. 

HOW  shall  we  praise  thee,  Lord  of  light ! 
How  shall  we  all  thy  love  declare  ! 
The  earth  is  veiled  in  shades  of  night, 

But  heaven  is  open  to  our  prayer,  — 
That  heaven  so  bright  with  stars  and  suns  — 
That  glorious  heaven  which  has  no  bound, 
Where  the  full  tide  of  being  runs, 
And  life  and  beauty  glow  around. 

2  We  would  adore  thee,  God  sublime  I 

Whose  power  and  wisdom,  love  and  grace 
Are  greater  than  the  round  of  time, 

And  wider  than  the  bounds  of  space. 
O  how  shall  thought  expression  find, 

All  lost  in  thine  immensity  ! 
How  shall  we  seek  thee,  glorious  Mind, 

Amid  thy  dread  infinity  ! 

3  But  thou  art  present  with  us  here, 

As  in  thy  glittering,  high  domain ; 
And  grateful  hearts  and  humble  fear 
Can  never  seek  thy  face  in  vain. 


s 


VESPERS.  57 

Help  us  to  praise  thee,  Lord  of  light ! 

Help  us  thy  boundless  love  declare ; 
And,  here  within  thy  courts  to-night, 

Aid  us,  and  hearken  to  our  prayer. 

87  P-  M,  S.  Longfellow. 

SFufcilate. 

OFT  as  fades  the  sunset  splendor, 
And  the  light  of  day  grows  dim, 
We  to  thee  our  praises  render ; 
Sing  we  thus  our  vesper  hymn  : 
Jubilate !  Amen ! 
Father,  gracious,  loving,  tender, 
O,  accept  the  grateful  strain. 

2  Day  by  day  comes  rich  in  blessing ; 
Night  by  night  brings  holy  calm ; 
Lord,  to  thee  our  praise  addressing, 
Rises  thus  our  joyful  psalm  : 
Jubilate !  Amen ! 
But,  unworthmess  confessing. 
Into  silence  fades  as;ain. 

88  8's  &  7's  M.       S.  Longfellow. 

Vespers.  # 

NOW,  on  sea  and  land  descending, 
Brings  the  night  its  peace  profound ; 
Let  our  vesper  hymn  be  blending 

With  the  holy  calm  around. 
Soon  as  dies  the  sunset  glory, 

Stars  of  heaven  shine  out  above, 
Telling  still  the  ancient  story, — 
Their  Creator's  changeless  love. 


58  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

2  Now  our  wants  and  burdens  leaving 

To  his  care,  who  cares  for  all, 
Cease  we  fearing,  cease  we  grieving ; 

At  his  touch  our  burdens  fall. 
As  the  darkness  deepens  o'er  us, 

Lo,  eternal  stars  arise  ; 
Hope  and  Faith  and  Love  rise  glorious, 

Shining  in  the  spirit's  skies. 


89  10's  M.      The  Independent. 

&t  tfte  2Last. 

THE  stream  is    calmest  when  it   nears   the 
tide, 
And  flowers  are  sweetest  at  the  eventide, 
And  birds  most  musical  at  close  of  day, 
And  saints  divinest  when  they  pass  away. 

2^ Morning  is  lovely,  but  a  holier  charm 

Lies  folded  close  in  Evening's  robe  of  balm ; 
And  weary  man  must  ever  love  her  best, 
For  morning  calls  to  toil,  but  night  to  rest. 

3  She  comes  from  Heaven,  and  on  her  wings  doth 

bear 
A  holy  fragrance,  like  the  breath  of  prayer ; 
Footsteps  of  angels  follow  in  her  trace, 
To  shut  the  weary  eyes  of  day  in  peace. 

4  O,  when  our  sun  is  setting,  may  we  glide 
Like  summer's  evening  down  the  golden  tide ; 
And  leave  behind  us,  as  we  pass  away, 
Sweet,  starry  twilight  round  our  sleeping  clay  ! 


VESPEKS.  59 

90  L.  M.  Anonymous. 
Wop  et  Seneotae. 

AGAIN,  as  evening's  shadow  falls, 
We  gather  in  these  hallowed  walls, 
And  vesper  hymn  and  vesper  prayer 
Kise  mingling  on  the  holy  air. 
May  struggling  hearts  that  seek  release 
Here  find  the  rest  of  God's  own  peace ; 
And  strengthened  here  by  hymn  and  prayer, 
Lay  down  the  burden  and  the  care  ! 

2  O  God,  our  Light,  to  thee  we  bow ! 
Within  all  shadows,  standest  thou  : 
Give  deeper  calm  than  night  can  bring, 
Give  sweeter  songs  than  lips  can  sing  J 
Life's  tumult  we  must  meet  again, 
We  cannot  at  the  shrine  remain ; 
But  in  the  spirit's  secret  cell, 
May  hymn  and  prayer  forever  dwell ! 

91  CM.  Anonymous. 

THOU  Lord  of  life  !  whose  tender  care 
Hath  led  us  on  till  now, 
We,  in  this  quiet  hour  of  prayer, 
Before  thy  presence  bow. 

2  Thou,  blessed  God !  hast  been  our  Guide, 
Through  life  our  Guard  and  Friend ; 
O,  still,  on  life's  uncertain  tide 
Preserve  us  to  the  end. 


€0  SABBATH   WORSHIP.     ■ 

3  To  thee  our  grateful  praise  we  bring 
For  mercies  day  by  day  t 
Lord,  teach  our  hearts  thy  love  to  sing, 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  ! 

92  12's&ll'sM.  Hebek, 

SEE,  daylight  is  fading,  o7  er  earth  and  o  'er 
ocean, 
The  sun  has  gone  down  on  the  far-distant 
sea; 
And  now  in  the  hush  of  the  fitful  commotion 
We   lift  our  tired  spirits,   blest  Saviour,  to 
thee. 

2  Full  oft  wast  thou  found  afar  on  the  mountain, 
As  eventide  spread  her  dark  wing  o  'er  the 
wave : 
Thou    Son  of  the  Highest,    and  life's   endless 

fountain, 
Be  with  us,  we  pray  thee,  to  bless  and  to  save. 

93  10's  &  4's.  M.  Anonymous. 

Vespers. 

FATHEE  Supreme!    Thou  high   and   holy 
One! 

To  thee  we  bow, 
Now,  when  the  burden  of  the  day  is  gone, 
Devoutly,  now. 

2  Night  spreads  her  shade  upon  another  day 
Forever  past ; 


VESPERS.  61 

So  o  'er  our  faults,  thy  love,  we  humbly  pray, 
A  veil  may  cast. 

3  Silence  and  calm,  o  'er  hearts  by  earth  distrest, 
Now  sweetly  steal ; 
So  every  fear  that  struggles  in  the  breast 
Shall  faith  conceal. 

94  S.  M.  J.  M.  Neale. 

THE  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent ; 
Abide  with  us,  and  rest ; 
Our  hearts'  desires  are  fully  bent 
On  making  thee  our  guest. 

2  We  have  not  reached  that  land, 

That  happy  land,  as  yet, 
Where  holy  angels  round  thee  stand, 
Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

3  Our  sun  is  sinking  now ; 

Our  day  is  almost  o'er  : 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  do  thou 
Shine  on  us  evermore  ! 


95  P.  M. 'Longfellow's  Vespers. 

JBotia  nobis  3Pacem. 
EAR  us,  heavenly  Father,  hear  us  ! 
Give  to  us  thy  perfect  peace  ; 
Thou  whose  love  unsleeping 
Watch  is  ever  keeping, 
Shades  of  evening  gather ; 
Thou,  our  heavenly  Father, 


H 


62  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

Holy  and  merciful, 
Hear  our  evening  prayer  ! 

2  When  life's  glooms  o'ertake  us, 

Thou  wilt  not  forsake  us  ; 
When  life's  shadows  darken, 
Thou  our  cry  wilt  hearken  ; 

Holy  and  merciful ! 

Thou  wilt  hear  our  prayer. 

Give  us  thy  peace,  O  Lord  ! 

Keep  us  in  thy  perfect  peace. 


G] 


96  8's  7's  6.      Mrs.  P.  A.  Hanaforp. 

$%$mn  tox  tf)e  aEbentnie. 

LORIOUS  God,  we  come  to  bless  thee, 
While  the  shades  of  eve  draw  near ; 
In  this  hour  serene  and  holy, 

"Worship  thee  with  godly  fear ; 
And  with  loving  trust  we  raise 
To  thy  throne  our  song  of  praise. 

Life,  with  all  its  countless  blessings, 
Death,  the  way  to  endless  rest,  — 

Both  alike  awake  our  praises, 

Thoughts  of  either  make  us  blest ; 

Day  and  night  thy  changeless  love 

Leads  through  each  to  heaven  above. 

There  no  shades  of  night  shall  gather, 
Sin  and  tears  shall  be  no  more ; 

There  the  glorious  Star  of  evening 
Gleams  along  the  radiant  shore  ; 

And  the  day  that  knows  no  end 

In  thy  presence  we  shall  spend. 


VESPERS.  63 

4  Father,  to  thy  throne  of  glory, 

Lift  we,  then,  our  song  of  praise ; 
Hopeful,  trustful,  and  rejoicing, 
Since  thou  rulest  all  our  days  ; 
And  life's  last  sweet  eventide 
Brings  us  to  our  Saviour's  side. 

Qy  L.  M.     Longfellow's  Vespers. 

3Lucfs  Creator  ©$tfme. 

O  BLEST  Creator  of  the  light ! 
Who  didst  the  dawn  from  darkness  bring, 
And  in  the  heaven's  glorious  height 
Didst  bid  the  stars  together  sing ; 
Who,  gently  blending  eve  with  morn 

And  morn  with  eve,  didst  call  them  day ; 
Thick  flows  the  flood  of  darkness  down, 
O,  hear  us  as  we  come  to  pray. 

2  Keep  thou  our  souls  from  thought  of  crime ; 

Keep  them  from  guilt's  remorseful  strife ; 
Not  living  for  the  things  of  time, 

But  living  the  eternal  life. 
Teach  us  to  knock  at  heaven's  high  door ; 

Teach  us  the  prize  of  life  to  win ; 
Teach  us  all  evil  to  abhor, 

And  purify  ourselves  within. 

98  7s  &  6  s.  Sacred  Songs. 

SSbemmj  Ptepfratfoti. 

THE  mellow  eve  is  gliding 
Serenely  down  the  west ; 
So,  every  care  subsiding, 
My  soul  would  sink  to  rest. 


64  SABBATH   WORSHIP. 

2  The  woodland  hum  is  ringing 

The  daylight's  gentle  close ; 

May  angels  round  me  singing 

Thus  hymn  my  last  repose, 

3  The  evening  star  has  lighted 

Her  crystal  lamp  on  high ; 
So  when  in  death  benighted 
May  hope  illume  the  sky. 

4  In  golden  splendor  dawning, 

The  morrow's  light  shall  break ; 
Oh  !  on  the  last  bright  morning 
May  I  in  glory  wake. 


99  P.  M.  Montgomery. 

"ARK !  the  vesper  hymn  is  stealing 


H 


O'er  the  waters  soft  and  clear ; 
Nearer  yet,  and  nearer  pealing, 
Now  it  bursts  upon  the  ear  ! 

Jubilate.     Amen ! 
Farther  now,  now  farther  stealing, 
Soft  it  fades  upon  the  ear. 

2  Now  like  moonlight  waves  retreating 
To  the  shore,  it  dies  along ; 
Now  like  angry  surges  meeting, 
Breathes  the  mingled  tide  of  song. 

Jubilate.     Amen ! 
Hush  !  again  like  waves  retreating 
To  the  shore,  it  dies  along. 


VESPEKS.  65 

100  P.  M.  Anonymous. 

Teasers. 

FADING,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shin- 
ing 
Father  in  heaven  !   the  day  is  declining : 
Safety  and  innocence  flee  with  the  light ; 
Temptation  and  danger   walk   forth   with   the 

night ; 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning  bells 

chime, 
Shield  us  from  danger  and  keep  us  from  crime ! 
Father,  have   mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ 
our  Lord !  Amen. 

2  Father  in  heaven,  O  hear  when  we  call, 
Through  Jesus  Christ,  who  is  Saviour  of  all  I 
Fainting  and  feeble,  we  trust  in  thy  might : 
In  doubting  and  darkness,  thy  love  be  our  light ! 
Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night  taper 

burns, 
And    wake   in    thy   arms   when   the   morning 

returns. 
Father,    have  mercy,   through  Jesus  Christ 

our  Lord !  Amen. 


101  L.  M.  Lyba  Oath. 

OTHOU  true  life  of  all  that  live  ! 
Who  dost,  unmoved,  all  motion  sway ; 
Who  dost  the  morn  and  evening  give, 
And  through  its  changes  guide  the  day ; 


bb  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

2  Thy  light  upon  our  evening  pour,  — 
So  may  our  souls  no  sunset  see  ; 
But  death  to  us  an  open  door 
To  an  eternal  morning  be. 

J0<2  7's  M.  Anonymous, 

3Sbenmjj  ^rager. 

THROUGH  the  changes  of  the  day 
Kept  by  thy  sustaining  power. 
Offering  of  thanks  we  pay, 

Father,  in  this  evening  hour. 
Praises  to  thy  name  belong, 

Source  and  Giver  of  all  good ; 
While  we  lift  our  evening  song 
Fill  our  souls  with  gratitude  ! 

2  From  the  dangers  which  have  frowned, 

From  the  snares  in  secret  set, 
We  have,  through  thy  mercy,  found 

Safety  and  deliverance  yet. 
Spirit,  who  hast  been  our  Light, 

And  the  Guardian  of  our  way, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  might 

Keep  us  to  another  day. 

"J03  '  ^*  -^       Litchfield's  Coli* 

3Sbenuifl  J^gmn. 
OD  of  the  sunlight  hours,  how  sad 
JT     Would  evening  shadows  be  ! 
Or  night,  in  deeper  shadows  clad, 


G 


If  aught  were  dark  to  thee  ! 


ig 


2  How  mournfully  that  golden  gleam 
Would  touch  the  thoughtful  heart, 


YESFEES.  67 

If,  with  its  soft,  retiring  beam. 
We  saw  thy  light  depart ! 

3  Enough,  while  these  dull  heavens  may  lower, 
If  here  thy  presence  be ; 
Then  midnight  shall  be  morning  hour. 
And  darkness  light  to  me. 


104  c-  M.  6  1.  Anonymous. 

3£betttnre. 

0  SHADOW  in  a  sultry  land  ! 
We  gather  to  thy  breast, 
Whose  love,  enfolding  us  like  nio-ht. 

Brings  quietude  and  rest ; 
Glimpse  of  a  fairer  life  to  be, 
In  foretaste  here  possessed. 

2  From  all  our  wanderings  we  come. 

From  drifting  to  and  fro, 
From  tossing  on  life's  restless  deep. 

Amid  its  ebb  and  flow ; 
The  grander  sweep  of  tides  serene 

Our  spirits  yearn  to  know.     . 

3  That  which  the  garish  day  has  lost, 
v      The  twilight  vigil  brings  ;  — 

The  breezes  from  celestial  hills, 
The  draughts  from  deeper  springs, 

The  sense  of  an  immortal  trust, 
The  touch  of  angel  wings. 


68  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

105  L.  M.  W.  H.  BuRLEian. 

OHOLY  Father  !  'mid  the  calm 
And  stillness  of  this  evening  hour, 
We  would  lift  up  our  solemn  psalm, 

To  praise  thy  goodness  and  thy  power  : 
For  over  us,  and  over  all, 

Thy  tender  mercies  still  extend, 
Nor  vainly  shall  thy  children  call 

On  thee,  our  Father  and  our  Friend  ! 

2  Kept  by  thy  goodness  through  the  day, 

Thanksgiving  to  thy  name  we  pour ; 
Night  o'er  us,  with  its  stars,  —  we  pray 

Thy  love,  to  guard  us  evermore  ! 
In  grief,  console  ;  in  gladness,  bless  ; 

In  darkness,  guide  ;  in  sickness,  cheer ; 
Till,  perfected  in  righteousness, 

Before  thy  throne  our  souls  appear ! 

106  k-  M-  6 1.  Anonymous. 
&t  Hbenutfl  2Tfme  let  tfjere  tie  2Lfgljt. 

AT  evening  time,  let  there  be  light ; 
Life's  little  day  draws  near  its  close : 
Around  me  fall  the  shades  of  night, 

The  night  of  death,  the  grave's  repose ; 
To  crown  my  joys,  to  end  my  woes, 
At  evening  time  let  there  be  light. 

2  At  evening  time,  there  shall  be  light  - 
For  God  hath  spoken, —  it  must  be  ; 
Fear,  doubt,  and  anguish  take  their  flight, 


VESPERS.  69 

His  glory  now  is  risen  on  me  ; 
Mine  eyes  sball  his  salvation  see  ; 

'T  is  evening  time  —  and  there  is  light. 


107  L-  M-  Watts, 

THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days  I 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  : 

O,  may  thy  presence  ne  'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
Thy  love  and  kindness  in  my  heart. 

5  And  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

Still  may  I  trust  Almighty  Love,  — 
The  love  which  triumphs  o'er  the  tomb, 
And  leads  to  perfect  bliss  above. 


70  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

108  L  M.  Harris. 

©smii  of  Nfjjftf. 

THE  stars  are  sparks  of  burning  sand  ; 
They  fall,  with  measured  sound  sublime, 
From  the  great  hour-glass  in  God's  hand, 
And  mete  the  flying  years  of  time. 

2  We  watch  them  from  our  earthly  ball ; 

We  hear  their  faint,  mysterious  hymn ; 
From  east  to  west  we  see  them  fall 
Beyond  the  blue  horizon's  rim. 

3  O  burning  hour-glass  of  the  skies  ! 

O  sparks  from  glory's  central  sun  ! 
Our  spirits,  while  ye  fall,  arise, 
In  Love's  eternal  path  to  run. 

4  From  God  ye  roll  in  measured  flight ; 

Your  glory  fails  beneath  his  feet. 
To  God  we  tend,  from  light  to  light, 
And  all  who  love  in  him  shall  meet. 

109  S.  M.  Anonymous. 

3Ebenfti(j  ^Zggmtt. 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone ; 
The  evening  shades  appear ; 
O,  may  we  all  remember  well, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near  ! 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  shall  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  is  here  possessed. 


VESPERS.  71 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us,  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears  ! 

]JQ  L.  M.  Breviary. 

Wfflfit  E8?atc|)es. 

THROUGHOUT  the  hours  of  darkness  dim, 
Still  let  us  watch  and  raise  the  hymn ; 
And  in  deep  midnight's  awful  calm, 
Pour  forth  the  soul  in  deepest  psalm. 

2  Amid  the  silence,  else  so  drear, 
Think  the  Almighty  leans  to  hear ; 
Well  pleased  to  list  at  such  a  time, 
The  wakeful  heart  in  praise  sublime. 

3  Still  watch  and  pray  and  raise  the  hymn, 
Throughout  the  hours  of  darkness  dim  ! 
God  will  not  spurn  the  humblest  guest, 
But  give  us  of  his  holy  rest. 

7s  M.  Missionary  Mag. 

25benmg  ?^mn. 

ORD  of  glory  !     King  of  power  ! 
In  this  lone  and  silent  hour, 
While  the  shades  of  darkness  rise 
And  the  eve  is  on  the  skies, 
By  thy  blessing,  as  the  dews, 
Which  yon  shaded  skies  diffuse, 
Bid  our  feverish  passions  cease ; 
Calm  us  with  thy  promised  peace. 


L' 


72  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

2  Wheresoe'er  the  brow  of  pain 
Seeks  oblivion's  balm  in  vain, 
Or  the  form  of  watchful  grief 
Knows  not  of  the  night's  relief, 
There  thy  pity,  softening  pour, 
There  the  spirit's  calm  restore  ; 
Till  each  tongue,  from  murmuring  free, 
Wakes  the  hymn  of  praise  to  thee. 


G' 


\\2  P.  M.  Heber. 

3£\}zniYLQ  gsjnratfott. 

_OD,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 

Darkness  and  light,  — 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night,  — 
May  thine  angel  guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  livelong  night. 


]J3  7's  M.  Anna  L.  Waring. 

32\)tninQ  Sous. 

LORD  !  a  happy  child  of  thine. 
Patient  through  the  love  of  thee, 
In  the  light,  the  life  divine, 
Lives  and  walks  at  liberty. 

2  Leaning  on  thy  tender  care, 

Thou  hast  led  my  soul  aright ; 
Fervent  was  my  morning  prayer, 
Joyful  is  my  song  to-night. 


VESPERS.  73 

3  O  my  Father,  Guardian  true  ! 
All  my  life  is  thine  to  keep ; 
At  thy  feet  my  work  I  do, 
In  thine  arms  I  fall  asleep. 

|  J4,  L.  M.  Edmbston. 

SaMmtt)  "iSbem'mr. 

SWEET  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 
And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering:  there ; 
For  these  blest  hours,  the  world  1  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

2  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  to  love  — 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  the  smiling  heavens  above. 

3  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long, 

Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod  : 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song,— 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

[]_£)  ^'s  ^-  6  1.      Lyra  Apostolica. 

V ZS#ZX8. 

OW  the  stars  are  lit  in  heaven ; 
We  must  light  our  lamps  on  earth ; 
Every  star  a  signal  given 

From  the  God  of  our  new  birth : 
Every  lamp  an  answer  faint, 
Like  the  prayer  of  mortal  saint. 

2  Mark  the  hour  and  turn  this  way, 
Sons  of  Israel,  far  and  near  ! 


N' 


74  SABBATH    WORSHIP. 

"Wearied  with  the  world's  dim  day, 

Turn  to  Him  whose  eyes  are  here, 
Open,  watching  day  and  night, 
Beaming  purest,  holiest  light. 

3  There  is  One  will  bless  your  toil, — 
He  who  comes  in  heaven's  attire, 
Morn  by  morn,  with  holy  oil ; 
Eve  by  eve,  with  holy  fire  ! 
Pray  !  your  prayer  will  be  allowed, 
Mingling  with  his  incense  cloud. 


S 


l\Q  6's.&  7's  M.        F.  T.  Palgrave. 

S^eabetilg  (Suftrance. 
TAR  of  morn  and  even, 
Sun  of  heaven's  heaven, 
Saviour  high  and  dear, 
Toward  us  turn  thine  ear ; 
Through  whate'er  may  come, 
Thou  canst  lead  us  home. 

Saviour  pure  and  holy, 
Lover  of  the  lowly, 
Sign  us  with  thy  sign, 
Take  our  hands  in  thine, 
Take  our  hands  and  come, 
Lead  thy  children  home  I 

Star  of  morn  and  even, 
Shine  on  us  from  heaven, 
From  thy  glory-throne 
Hear,  O  hear  thine  own  ! 
Lord  and  Saviour,  come, 
Lead  us  to  our  home  ! 


VESPEES.  75 

YJ  8's  &  7's  31.  Gregory  Nazianzen. 

Ancient  ^gmn. 

C HEIST,  my  Lord,  I  come  to  bless  thee, 
Now,  when  day  is  veiled  in  night ; 
Thou  who  knowest  no  beginning, 
Light  of  the  Eternal  Light ! 

2  Thou  enlightenest  man's  high  reason, 

Far  above  the  creatures  dumb, 
That,  light  in  thy  light  beholding, 
Wholly  light  he  may  become. 

3  In  the  night,  our  wearied  nature 

Rests  from  all  its  toil  and  tears ; 

To  the  works,  Lord,  that  thou  lovest, 

Thou  wilt  call  when  day  appears. 

|Jg  L.  M.  Martineau. 

**  33e  still  antr  fctioto  rjjat  £  am  gfotr." 

HE  who  himself  and  God  would  know, 
Into  the  silence  let  him  go, 
And,  lifting  off  pall  after  pall, 
Eeach  ro  the  inmost  depth  of  all. 

2  Let  him  look  forth  into  the  night ; 
What  solemn  depths,  what  silent  might ! 
Those  ancient  stars,  how  calm  they  roll, 
He  but  an  atom  'mid  the  whole  ! 

3  How  small,  in  that  uplifted  hour, 
Temptation's  lure  and  passion's  power  ! 
How  weak  the  foe  that  made  him  fall ! 
How  strong  the  soul  to  conquer  all ! 


©otr 


HIS  PERFECTIONS  AND  ATTRIBUTES. 

1J9  L'  M-  Bowrino. 

<Ko"&*s  sustaining  presence. 

FATHER  and  friend,  thy  light,  thy  love 
Beaming  through  all  thy  works  we  see  ; 
Thy  glory  gilds  the  heavens  above, 
And  all  the  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

2  Thy  voice  we  hear,  thy  presence  feel, 

Whilst  thou,  too  pure  for  mortal  sight, 
Involved  in  clouds,  invisible, 

Reignest  the  Lord  of  life  and  light. 

3  We  know  not  in  what  hallowed  part 

Of  the  wide  heavens  thy  throne  may  be  ; 
But  this  we  know,  —  that  where  thou  art, 
Strength,  wisdom,  goodness,  dwell  with  thee. 

4  Thy  children  shall  not  faint  nor  fear, 

Sustained  by  this  delightful  thought,  — 
Since  thou,  their  God,  art  everywhere, 
They  cannot  be  where  thou  art  not. 


HIS  PERFECTIONS  AKD  ATTRIBUTES.  77 

^refection  of  &oo\ 

THOU  art,  Almighty  Lord  of  all, 
From  everlasting  still  the  same ; 
Before  thee  dazzling  seraphs  fall, 
And  veil  their  faces  in  a  ilame, 
To  see  such  bright  perfections  glow,  — 
,  Such  floods  of  glory  from  thee  flow. 

2  The  sun  himself  is  but  a  gleam, 

A  transient  meteor,  from  thy  throne ; 
And  every  frail  and  fickle  beam, 

That  ever  in  creation  shone, 
Is  nothing,  Lord,  compared  to  thee 

In  thy  own  vast  immensity. 

3  But  though  thy  brightness  may  create 

Ail  worship  from  the  hosts  above, 
What  most  thy  name  must  elevate 

Is,  that  thou  art  a  God  of  love ; 
And  mercy  is  the  central  sun 

Of  all  thy  glories  joined  in  one. 

221  10*s  M.  Derzhavin. 

"  ©ne  CKcfO  attlr  JFatijcr  of  all.** 

OTHOU    Eternal    One !    whose   presence 
bright 
All  space  doth  occupy,  all  motion  guide, 
Unchanged  through  time's  all-devastating  flight, 
Thou  only  God  !  there  is  no  God  beside. 

2  Being  above  all  beings,  Mighty  One, 

Whom  none  can  comprehend  and  none  explore, 


78  GOD. 

Who  fill'st  existence  with  thyself  alone, 

Being  whom  we  call  God,  and  know  no  more  ! 

3  Thy  laws  the  unmeasured  universe  surround, 

Upheld  by  thee,  by  thee  inspired  with  breath  ; 
Thou  the  beginning  with  the  end  hast  bound, 
And  beautifully  mingled  life  with  death. 

4  Father  !  the  effluence  of  thy  light  divine,. 

Pervading  worlds, hath  reached  my  bosom  too  ; 
Yes ;  in  my  spirit  doth  thy  Spirit  shine, 
As  shines  the  sunbeam  in  a  drop  of  dew. 

5  O  thought  ineffable  !    O  vision  blest ! 

Though  poor  be  our  conceptions  all,  of  thee, 
Yet  shall  thy  shadowed  image  fill  our  breast, 
And  waft  its  homage  to  the  Deity. 


122  7's  M-  w-  Gaskell. 

©mixfscfeuce  of  (Sua. 

IGHTY  God  !  the  first,  the  last ! 
What  are  ages  in  thy  sight 
But  as  yesterday  when  past, 
Or  a  watch  within  the  nigrht? 


M1 


2  All  that  being  ever  knew, 

Down,  far  down,  ere  time  had  birth, 
Stands  as  clear  within  thy  view, 
As  the  present  things  of  earth. 

3  All  that  being  e  'er  shall  know 

On,  still  on,  through  farthest  years, 
All  eternity  can  show 

Bright  before  thee  now  appears. 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AXT>   ATTRIBUTES.  79 

4  In  thine  all  embracing  si^ht 

Every  change  its  purpose  meets, 
Every  cloud  floats  into  light, 
Every  woe  its  glory  greets. 

5  Whatsoe'er  our  lot  may  be, 

Calmly  in  this  thought  we  '11  rest,  — 
Could  we  see  as  thou  dost  see, 
We  should  choose  it  as  the  best. 


3  23  L-  M-  Kipp is. 

CSoTi  Ericom^rcSenstfile. 

GKEAT  God  !  in  vain  man's  narrow  view 
Attempts  to  look  thy  nature  through ; 
Our  laboring  powers  with  reverence  own 
Thy  glories  never  can  be  known. 

2  Not  the  high  seraph's  mighty  thought, 
Who  countless  years  his  God  has  sought, 
Such  wondrous  height  or  depth  can  find, 
Or  fully  trace  thy  boundless  mind. 

3  And  yet  thy  kindness  deigns  to  show 
Enough  for  *iortal  minds  to  know  ; 
While  wisdom,  goodness,  power  divine, 
Through  all  thy  works  and  conduct  shine. 

4  O,  may  our  souls  with  rapture  trace 
Thy  works  of  nature  and  of  grace  ; 
Explore  thy  sacred  truth,  and  still 
Press  on  to  know  and  do  thy  will. 


80 


GOD. 


124  p-  M.  Emily  Bronte. 

©oTr  ©mnipresent. 

OGOD,  within  my  breast, 
Almighty/ ever-present  Deity ! 
Life  —  that  in  me  has  rest, 

As  I  —  undying  life  — have  power  in  thee  ! 

2  With  all-embracing  love 

Thy  spirit  animates  eternal  years, 
Pervades  and  broods  above, 

Changes,    sustains,    dissolves,    creates,    and 
rears. 

3  Though  earth  and  man  were  gone, 

And  suns  and  universes  ceased  to  be, 
And  thou  wert  left  alone, 

Every  existence  would  exist  in  thee. 

4  There  is  no  room  for  Death, 

Nor  atom  that  his  might  could  render  void  ; 
Thou  —  thou  art  being  and  breath, 

And  what  thou  art  may  never  be  destroyed. 

125  L.  M.  Watts. 

<&oTj's  Constant  €are. 

~j\  If  Y  God  !  ^  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
JJfA.     Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread 'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AND   ATTRIBUTES.  81 

Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


126  a  M-  Drennan 

ffje  KntrtDcllftTfl  <£oTr. 

THE  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 
The  universal  Lord : 
Yet  he  in  humble  hearts  will  deign 
To  dwell,  and  be  adored. 

2  Where'er  ascends  the  sacrifice 
Of  fervent  praise  and  praj^er, 
Or  on  the  earth,  or  in  the  skies, 
The  God  of  heaven  is  there. 


3  His  presence  is  diffused  abroad, 

Through  realms,  through  worlds  unknown  : 
Who  seek  the  mercies  of  our  God 
Are  ever  near  his  throne. 


127  -k-  ^'  Anonymous. 

«  Xix  fco&ose  %}axOi  are  alt  tfjg  S^ags." 

CI  OD  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 
>T  Through  varied  deaths  my  soul  hath  led, 
Or  turned  aside  the  fatal  horn-, 
Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head  ! 


82  GOD. 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own. 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  see  : 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  Whither,  O,  whither  should  I  fly, 

But  to  my  loving  Father's  breast ; 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 

And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest ! 

4  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 

But  thou,  O  God  !  my  wisdom  art ; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 


128  L-  M.  Walker's  Coll, 

•«  ©fotr,  toftf)  tofjom  fs  no  Variableness." 

LL-POWERFUL,  self-existing  God, 
Who  all  creation  dost  sustain  ! 
Thou  was.t;  and  art,  and  art  to  come, 
And  everlasting  is  thy  reign  ! 


A1 


2  Fixed  and  eternal  as  thy  days, 
Each  glorious  attribute  divine, 
Through  ages  infinite,  shall  still 
With  undiminished  lustre  shine. 


3  Fountain  of  being  !     Source  of  good  ! 

Immutable  thou  dost  remain  ! 
Nor  can  the  shadow  of  a  change 
Obscure  the  glories  of  thy  reign. 

4  Earth  may,  with  all  her  powers,  dissolve, 

If  such  the  great  Creator's  will ; 


HIS    PERFECTIONS   ANI>  ATTRIBUTES.  83 

But  thou  forever  art  the  same,  — 
I  AM,  is  thy  memorial  still. 

129  8,  7,  &  4's  M.  Kelly. 

EVERY  human  tie  may  perish ; 
Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove ; 
Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish ; 
Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove ; 

But  no  changes 
Can  avert  the  Father's  love. 

2  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright ; 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight : 

God  is  with  thee, — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 

J30  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

jTaftt)  fn  m  Etibfsitiie  €£ott. 

ALMIGHTY  and  immortal  King, 
Thy  peerless  splendors  none  can  bear ; 
But  darkness  veils  seraphic  eyes, 

When  God  with  all  his  glory 's  there.  . 

2  Yet  faith  can  pierce  the  awful  gloom, 

The  great  Invisible  can  see, 
And  with  its  tremblings  mingle  joy, 
In  fixed  regards,  great  God,  to  thee. 

3  This  one  petition  would  it  urge,  — 

To  bear  thee  ever  in  its  sight ; 


84  GOD. 

In  life,  in  death,  in  worlds  unknown, 
Its  only  portion  and  delight. 


]31  H.  M.  Watts. 

®#e  JBMxiz  tf&alestg. 

THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ; 
His  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
The  garments  he  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty  : 
His  glories  shine 

With  beams  so  bright, 
"No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  truth  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  ; 
And  where  his  love 
Eesolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms 
And  seals  the  grace. 

3  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend  ? 
And  will  he  write  his  name 

"  My  Father  and  my  Friend"? 
I  love  his  name, 

I  love  his  word  : 
Join,  all  my  powers, 
And  praise  the  Lord  I 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AND   ATTRIBUTES.  85 

132  k  M.  Anonymous. 

^robtfrence  j^gsterfous. 

THY  ways,  O  Lord,  with  wise  design, 
Are  framed  upon  thy  throne  above, 
And  every  dark  or  bending  line 
Meets  in  the  centre  of  thy  love. 

2  With  feeble  light,  and  half  obscure, 

Poor  mortals  thine  arrangements  view, 
Not  knowing  that  the  least  are  sure, 
And  the  mysterious  just  and  true. 

3  They  neither  know  nor  trace  the  way  ; 

But,  trusting  to  thy  piercing  eye, 
None  of  their  feet  to  ruin  stray, 
Nor  shall  the  weakest  fail  or  die. 

4  My  favored  soul  shall  meekly  learn 

To  lay  her  reason  at  thy  throne  ; 
Too  weak  thy  secrets  to  discern, 
I'll  trust  thee  for  my  guide  alone. 


133  S.  P.  M.  Watts. 

Sije  i&ajestj)  of  €£o"&. 

THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ; 
And  royal  state  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned, 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 
And  rays  of  majesty  around. 


8G  GOD. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands, 

And  sides  and  stars  obey  thy  word ; 

Thy  tin-one  was  fixed  on  high, 

Ere  stars  adorned  the  sky ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  Thy  promises  are  true  ; 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new ; 

There  fixed,  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove  ; 

Thy  saints,  with  holy  fear,- 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 


134  ®m  -M-*  Sternhold. 

$&ajest£  of  £Koo\ 

THE  Lord  descended  from  above, 
And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high, 
And  underneath  his  feet  lie  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherubim  and  seraphim 

Full  royally  he  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods 

Their  fury  to  restrain, 
And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reisrn. 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AND   ATTRIBUTES.  87 

J[35  L.  M.  Condeiu 

£|)e  Sort!  in  T&iuq. 

THE  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth  and  all  ye  heavens  rejoice  ! 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring ; 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King. 

2  The  Lord  is  King  !  O  child  of  dust, 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  is  just : 
Holy  and  true  are  all  his  ways  ; 
Let  every  creature  speak  his  praise. 

3  Come,  make  your  wants,  your  burdens  known ; 
The  contrite  soul  he  '11  ne'er  disown ; 

And  an^el  bands  are  waiting  there, 
His  messages  of  love  to  bear. 

4  O,  when  his  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  his  love  forsake ; 
Then  may  his  children  cease  to  sing 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King. 

13g  C.  M.  Whittieb. 

ifaftf)  fix  ffifoti's  CKooTmess. 

THE  wrong  that  pains  my  soul  below 
I  dare  not  throne  above ; 
I  know  not  of  His  hate,  —  I  know 
His  goodness  and  his  love. 

2  I  dimly  guess  from  blessings  known 
Of  greater  out  of  sight, 
And,  with  the  chastened  Psalmist,  own 
His  judgments,  too,  are  right. 


88 


GOD. 


3  No  offering  of  my  own  I  have, 

Nor  works  my  faith  to  prove ; 
I  can  but  give  the  gifts  he  gave, 
And  plead  his  love  for  love. 

4  O  brothers  !  if  my  faith  is  vain, 

If  hopes  like  these  betray, 
Pray  for  me  that  my  feet  may  gain 
The  sure  and  safer  way. 

5  And  thou,  O  Lord  !  by  whom  are  seen 

Thy  creatures  as  they  be, 

Forgive  me  if  too  close  I  lean 

My  human  heart  on  thee  ! 


137 


7'sM. 
CSotr  our  3Ltfe. 


LORD,  it  is  not  life  to  live, 
If  thy  presence  thou  deny  ; 
Lord,  if  thou  thy  presence  give, 
'T  is  no  longer  death  to  die. 

2  Source  and  giver  of  repose, 

Singly  from  thy  smile  it  flows  ; 
Peace  and  happiness  are  thine ; 
Mine  they  are,  if  thou  art  mine, 


Toplady. 


138  ll's  H.  Byrom. 

©oft  our  Stjepfjcro  antr  ©fuarotan. 

THE  Lord  is  our  Shepherd,  our  Guardian 
and  Guide  ; 
Whatever  Ave  want  he  will  kindly  provide : 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AND   ATTRIBUTES.         89 

His  care  and  protection  his  flock  will  surround ; 
To  them  will  Ins  mercies  forever  abound. 

2  The  Lord  is  our  Shepherd ;  what,  then,  shall 

we  fear? 
Shall  dangers  affrighten  us  while  he  is  near? 
O,  no  :  when  he  calls  us  we  '11  walk  through  the 

vale, 
The  shadow  of  death,  but  our  hearts  shall  not 

fail. 

8  Afraid,  of  ourselves,  to  pursue  the  dark  way, 
Thy  rod  and  thy  staff  be  our  comfort  and  stay ; 
We  know  by  thy  guidance,  when  once  it  is  past, 
To  life  and  to  glory  it  brings  us  at  last. 

4  The  Lord  is  become  our  salvation  and  song, 
His  blessings  have  followed  us  all  our  life  long  ; 
His  name  will  we  praise,  while  he  lends  to  us 

breath, 
Be  joyful  through  life,   and   resigned   in   our 
death. 

139  L.  Iff.  6 1.  Addisoh. 

6fotr  our  S&e$)erfc. 

THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noon-clay  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  moimtains  pant, 


00  GOD. 

To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  oversjDread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still. 
Thy  friendly  staff  shall  give  me  aid, 

And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though,  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile,  — 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 


140  C    M.  Faber. 

gcfcttotoletrflmetxt  of  33Mm  ILobe. 

OW  dread  are  thine  eternal  years, 
O  everlasting  Lord ! 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored  ! 

2  Yet  I  may  love  thee  too,  O  Lord  ! 
Almighty  as  thou  art, 

For  thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

3  No  earthly  father  loves  like  thee, 
No  mother  half  so  mild 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AND   ATTRIBUTES  91 

Bears  and  forbears,  as  thou  hast  done 
With  me,  thy  sinful  child. 

4  Only  to  sit  and  think  of  God  — ' 
O  what  a  joy  it  is  ! 
To  think  the  thought,  to  breathe  the  name, 
Earth  has  no  higher  bliss  ! 


J4X  S.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

©(ft  our  jFatfje*. 

"Y  Father  !  cheering  name  ! 
O,  may  I  call  thee  miner 
Give  me  the  humble  hope  to  claim 
A  portion  so  divine. 


M 


2  Whatever  thy  will  denies,  . 

I  calmly  would  resign ; 
For  thou  art  just,  and  good,  and  wise : 
O,  bend  my  will  to  thine  ! 

3  Whate'er  thy  will  ordains, 

0  give  me  strength  to  bear ; 
Still  let  me  know  a  father  reigns, 

And  trust  a  father's  care. 

4  Thy  ways  are  little  known 

To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 
Yet  shall  my  soul,  believing,  own 
That  all  thy  ways  are  right. 

5  My  Father !  blissful  name ! 

Above  expression  dear ! 
If  thou  accept  my  humble  claim, 

1  bid  adieu  to  fear. 


92  GOD. 

\4)2  ®-  ^'  Anonymous 

<&otj  our  jFat&er. 

EVEN  lie  who  lit  the  stars  of  old, 
And  filled  the  ocean  broad, 
Whose  works  and  ways  are  manifold ,.— 
Our  Father  is  our  God. 

2  There  comes  no  change  upon  his  years. 

No  failure  to  his  hand  ; 
His  love  will  lighten  all  our  cares, 
His  law  our  steps  command. 

3  Then  as  his  children  we  may  come. 

For  he  hath  called  us  near, 
And  bade  our  souls  take  courage  from 
The  love  that  casts  out  fear. 

4  Lord,  while  on  earth  we  work  and  pray 

For  good  withheld  or  given  : 

Help  us  in  faith  and  love  to  say, 

Father,  who  art  in  heaven  ! 

143  C.  M.  Watts, 

<&ots  tije  Creator. 

ETERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise  ; 
Thee  all  thy  creatures  sing : 
While  with  thy  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas. 
And  heaven's  high  palace,  ring. 

2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky  ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  decked  with  sparkling  gold. 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AND   ATTRIBUTES. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round. 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 
Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

o 

4  Almighty  power,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad, 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God. 


J_44  8  &  7's  M.  Bowsing. 

GOD  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove ; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move  ; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove, 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above : 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


94 


GOD. 


145  p-  M-  Anonymous. 
©otr  fa  3Lote. 

I  CANNOT  always  trace  the  way 
Where  thou,  Almighty  One,  dost  move, 
But  I  can  always,  always  say 
That  God  is  love. 

2  When  Fear  her  chilling  mantle  flings, 

O'er  earth,  my  soul  to  heaven  above, 
As  to  her  native  home,  upsprings, 
For  God  is  love. 

3  When  mystery  clouds  my  darkened  path, 

I  '11  check  my  dread,  my  doubts  reprove , 
In  tins  my  soul  sweet  comfort  hath, 
That  God  is  love. 

146  I"  M.  Harris 

©foil  fs  SLobe. 

FEOM  all  who  dwell  in  heaven  above 
We  hear  the  anthem,  "  God  is  Love  I  " 
While,  through  the  souls  of  all  below, 
His  tender  mercies  ever  flow. 

2  O,  while  this  glorious  faith  we  own 
Be  love  in  all  our  acts  made  known ; 
Then  blinded  eyes  shall  ope  to  see 
God  is  not  wrath,  but  charity, 

3  He  sows  the  suns,  like  golden  grain, 
On  the  blue  ether's  boundless  plain, 
Yet  in  the  soul  his  mercies  arc 

More  vast,  more  bright  than  every  star. 


HIS  PERFECTIONS  AND  ATTRIBUTES.  95 

4  Teach  us,  O  Lord  !  like  thee,  to  give 
To  all  that  love  wherein  we  live ; 
Till  earth  below,  to  heaven  above, 
Repeats  the  anthem,  "  God  is  Love." 

14/7  ^'s  ^*  Anonymous. 

©<rtr  fs  SLobe. 

EARTH  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers, 
Air,  with  all  its  beams  and  showers, 
Ocean's  infinite  expanse, 
Heaven's  resplendent  countenance ; 
All  around,  and  all  above, 
Hath  this  record,  —  God  is  love. 

2  Sounds  among  the  vales  and  hills, 
In  the  woods  and  by  the  rills, 

Of  the  breeze  and  of  the  bird, 
By  the  gentle  murmur  stirred ; 
All  these  songs,  beneath,  above, 
Have  one  burden,  —  God  is  love. 

3  All  the  hopes  and  fears  that  start 
From  the  fountain  of  the  heart ; 
All  the  quiet  bliss  that  lies 

In  our  human  sympathies  ; 
These  are  voices  from  above, 
Sweetly  whispering,  —  God  is  love. 

|48  C*  M*  Ancient  Cath.  Hymn. 

©roll's  all*emfiracfttfl  2obe. 

THOU  Grace  divine,  encircling  all ! 
A  soundless,  shoreless  sea ; 


m 


GOD. 


Wherein  at  last  our  souls  shall  fall ; 
O  Love  of  God,  most  free. 

2  When  over  dizzy  steeps  we  go, 

One  soft  hand  blinds  our  eyes  ; 
The  other  leads  us  safe  and  slow, 
O  Love  of  God  most  wise  ! 

3  And  though  we  turn  as  from  thy  face9 

And  wander  wide  and  long, 
Thou  hold'st  us  still  in  thine  embrace, 
O  Love  of  God  most  strong  ! 

4  The  saddened  heart,  the  restless  soul, 

The  toil-worn  frame  and  mind, 
Alike  confess  thy  sweet  control, 
O  Love  of  God  most  kind  ! 

5  But  not  alone  thy  care  we  claim, 

Our  wayward  steps  to  win  ; 
We  know  thee  by  a  dearer  name, 
O  Love  of  God  within  ! 

6  And  filled  and  quickened  by  thy  breath, 

Our  souls  are  strong  and  free  ; 
To  rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  death, 
O  Love  of  God,  to  thee  ! 


149  c-  M.  Brown, 

Sanfbcrsal  Gfootrness  of  <EtoU. 

ORD,  thou  art  good  !  all  nature  shows 
Its  mighty  Author  kind  : 
Thy  bounty  through  creation  flows, 
Full,  free,  and  unconfined. 


L 


HIS  PERFECTIONS  AND  ATTRIBUTES.    97 

2  It  fills  the  wide  extended  main, 

And  heavens  which  spread  more  wide : 
It  drops  in  gentle  showers  of  rain, 
And  rolls  in  every  tide. 

3  Through  the  whole  earth  it  pours  supplies, 

Spreads  joy  through  every  part : 
O  may  such  love  attract  my  eyes, 
And  captivate  my  heart ! 

4  My  highest  admiration  raise. 

My  best  affections  move  ; 
Employ  my  tongue  in  songs  of  praise, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  love. 


J 50  7's  ^*  Doddridge. 

HEAVENLY  Father,  gracious  name  ! 
Night  and  day  his  love  the  same  I 
Far  be  each  suspicious  thought, 
Every  anxious  care  forgot ! 

2  What  if  death  my  sleep  invade  ? 
Should  I  be  of  death  afraid  ? 
While  encircled  by  thine  arm, 
Death  may  strike,  but  cannot  harm. 

3  With  thy  heavenly  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labor  rest. 
Welcome  sleep  or  death  to  me, 
Still   secure, — for  still  with  thee. 


g#  GOD. 

■tp^t  10's  M.  Dr.  Johnson. 

GKo"&  atrtJ  Jftan. 

OTHOU,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds 
presides, 
Whose  voice  created,  and  whose  wisdom  guides, 
On  hopeful  man  in  pure  effulgence  shine,  ^ 
And  cheer  his  waiting  mind  with  light  divine. 

2  'Tis  thine  alone  to  calm  the  troubled  breast 
With  silent  confidence  and  holy  rest ; 
From  thee,  great  God  !  we  spring  ;  to  thee  we 

tend, 
Path,  Motive,  Guide,  Original,  and  End. 

-iKO  8  &  7's  M.  Anonymous 

(Sob  of  Saltation. 

HAIL,  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love  ! 
Let  us  all,  with  exultation, 
Imitate  the  blest  above. 

2  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Bordered  on  the  shades  of  death, 
He  hath,  by  his  grace  revealing, 
Scattered  all  the  clouds  beneath. 

3  Father,  Source  of  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  Love  thou  art ; 
Hail,  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  him,  every  thankful  heart ! 

4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place  ; 


HIS    PERFECTIONS    AND    ATTRIBUTES.  li)9 

There,  enraptured,  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 


153  8s.  M.  Hogg. 
€Eq$  of  SLffe. 

BLESSED  be  thy  name  forever, 
Thou  of  life  the  Guard  and  Giver ! 
Thou  canst  guard  thy  creatures  sleeping, 
Heal  the  heart  long  broke  with  weeping  : 
God  of  stillness  and  of  motion, 
Of  the  desert  and  the  ocean, 

1  Of  the  mountain,  rock  and  river, 
Blessed  be  thy  name  forever  ! 

2  Thou  who  slumberest  not  nor  sleepest, 
Blest  are  they  thou  kindly  keepest. 
God  of  evening's  parting  ray 

Of  midnight  gloom  and  dawning  day, 
That  rises  from  the  azure  sea 
Like  breathings  of  eternity ; 
God  of  life  !  that  fade  shall  never. 
Blessed  be  thy  name  forever  ! 

154  O.    M.    6    1.  OONDER. 

@f<rt»'»  presence. 

BEYOND,  beyond  the  boundless  sea, 
Above  that  dome  of  sky, 
Farther  than  thought  itself  can  flee, 

Thy  dwelling  is  on  high ; 
Yet  dear  the  awful  thought  to  me, 
That  thou,  my  God,  art  nigh. 


100  GOD. 

2  We  hear  thy  voice,  when  thunders  roll 

Through  the  wide  fields  of  air ; 
The  waves  obey  thy  dread  control ; 

Yet  still  thou  art  not  there. 
Where  shall  I  find  him,  O  my  soul, 

Who  yet  is  everywhere  ? 

3  O,  not  in  circling  depth  or  height, 

But  in  the  conscious  breast, 
Present  to  faith,  though  veiled  from  sight, 

There  does  his  Spirit  rest. 
O,  come,  thou  Presence  Infinite, 

And  make  thy  creature  blest. 

|55  I.  M.  6  1.  Montgomery. 

(SioQ  €Jootr  nnts  ©mmscfent. 

HOW  precious  are  thy  thoughts  of  peace, 
O  God  !  to  me,  —  how  great  the  sum  ! 
New  every  morn,  they  never  cease ; 

They  were,  they  are,  and  yet  shall  come, 
In  number  and  in  compass  more 
Than  ocean's  sand  or  ocean's  shore. 

2  Search  me,  O  God  !  and  know  my  heart, 
Try  me,  my  secret  soul  survey ; 
And  warn  thy  servant  to  depart 

From  every  false  and  evil  way : 
So  shall  thy  truth  my  guidance  be, 
•  In  life  and  immortality. 

156  10s*  ^'  Jones  Very. 

CKoTj's  JFatijerlg  €ave. 

FATHER  !  there  is  no  change  to  live  with  thee, 
Save  that  in  Christ  I  grow  from  day  to  day, 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AND   ATTRIBUTES.       101 

In  each  new  word  I  hear,. each  thing  I  see, 
I  but  rejoicing  hasten  on  my  way. 

2  The  morning  comes,  with  blushes  overspread, 

And  I,  new-wakened,  find  a  morn  within ; 
And  in  its  modest  dawn  around  me  shed, 
Thou  hear'st  the  prayer  and  the  ascending 
hymn. 

3  Hour  follows  hour,  the  lengthening  shades  de- 

scend, 
Yet  they  could  never  reach  as  far  as  me, 
Did  not  thy  love  its  kind  protection  lend, 

That  I,  thy  child,  might  sleep  in  peace  with 

thee. 


J 57  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

rjpHERE  'S  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 
-i-    In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found, 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

2  Around,  within,  below,  above, 

Wherever  space  extends, 
There  heaven  displays  its  boundless  love, 
And  power  with  mercy  blends. 

3  Then  rise,  my  soul,  and  sing  his  name, 

And  all  his  praise  rehearse, 
Who  spread  abroad  earth's  wondrous  frame, 
And  built  the  universe. 


102  GOD. 

4  Where'er  thine  earthly  lot  is  cast, 
His  power  and  love  declare  ; 
Nor  think  the  mighty  theme  too  vast. 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

158  C.  M.  Tate  &  Brady. 

THROUGH  endless  years  thou  art  the  same, 
O  thou  eternal  God  ; 
Each  future  age  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth 

Of  old  by  thee  were  laid ; 
By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 

3  Soon  may  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 

Created  by  thy  hand, 
Be,  like  a  vesture,  laid  aside, 
And  changed  at  thy  command. 

4  But  thy  perfections,  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine  7 
With  undiminished  rays. 

159  Ij>  ^-     Spirit  of  ths  Psalms, 
SStertutg  of  (£o*. 

ERE  mountains  reared  their  forms  sublime 
Or  heaven  and  earth  in  order  stood. 
Before  the  birth  of  ancient  time, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God* 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AND   ATTRIBUTES.       103 

2  A  thousand  ages,  in  their  flight, 

With  thee  are  as  a  fleeting  day ; 
Past,  present,  future,  to  thy  sight 
At  once  their  various  scenes  display. 

3  But  our  brief  life  9s  a  shadowy  dream, 

A  passing  thought,  that  soon  is  o'er, 

That  fades  with  morning's  earliest  beam. 

And  fills  the  musing  mind  no  more. 

4  To  us,  O  Lord,  the  wisdom  give, 

Each  passing  moment  so  to  spend. 
That  we  at  length  with  thee  may  live 
Where  life  and  bliss  shall  never  end. 


\QQ  C.  M.  Whittier. 

I  SEE  the  wrong  that  round  me  lies, 
I  feel  the  guilt  within  ; 
I  hear,  with  groans  and  travail-cries, 
The  world  confess  its  sin  ! 

2  Yet  in  the  maddening  maze  of  things, 
And  tossed  by  storm  and  flood, 
To  one  fixed  star  my  spirit  clings  : 
I  know  that  God  is  good  ! 

Not  mine  to  look  where  cherubim 

And  seraphs  may  not  see, 
But  nothing  can  be  £ood  in  Him 

Which  evil  is  in  me. 


104  GOD. 

\Q\  L.  M.  Whittier 

&f)e  Stmfcotofrifl  3&ocft. 

r|THE  path  of  life  we  walk  to-day 
JL      Is  strange  as  that  the  Hebrews  trod ; 
We  need  the  shadowing  rock  as  they, 
We  need,  like  them,  the  guides  of  God. 

2  God  send  his  angels,  Cloud  and  Fire, 
To  lead  us  o'er  the  desert  sand  ! 
God  give  our  hearts  their  long  desire, 
His  shadow  in  a  weary  land  ! 

1(32  L.  M.  Watts. 

1&\)Z  33fbfnc  aSeftifl  atrtr  perfections.— $s.  rrubf. 

II  GIT  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through,  every  cloud, 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large  : 

Both  men  and  beasts  thy  bounty  share : 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge  ; 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  Life,  like  a  fountain  full  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AND   ATTRIBUTES.        105 

153  C.  M.  Watts. 

©oil's  Enftnfta  antr  Bternal  Bominton. 

GEEAT  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
How  weak  and  frail  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view ; 
To  thee  there 's  nothing  old  appears  — 
Great  God  !  there 's  nothing  new. 

3  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

164  C.  M.  Watts. 

joiner,  ©EfsTrom,  antr  €footmess  of  ££oo\ 

SIXG  the  mighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  moimtains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sin  £  the  wisdom  that  ordained 
The  sun  to  rule  the  day  : 

The  moon  shines  full  at  His  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 

He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 


106  GOD. 

4  There  's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below, 
But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise  and  tempests  blow 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

Jg5  C.  M.  Whittier. 

33fbfne  (Sootrness. 

"TITHO  fathoms  the  Eternal  Thought? 
T  t        Who  talks  of  scheme  and  plan? 
The  Lord  is  God  !  he  needeth  not 
The  poor  device  of  man. 


2  I  walk  with  bare,  hushed  feet  the  ground 

Men  tread  with  boldness  shod  ; 
I  dare  not  fix  with  mete  and  bound 
The  love  and  power  of  God. 

3  They  praise  his  justice  ;  even  such 

His  pitying  love  I  deem  ; 
They  seek  a  king ;  I  fain  would  touch 
The  robe  that  hath  no  seam. 

4  They  see  the  curse  which  overbroods 

A  world  of  pain  and  loss  ; 
I  hear  our  Lord's  beatitudes 
And  prayer  upon  the  cross. 

IQQ  L.  M.  Watts. 

•Pufilfc  Sttroratfon.    $)s.  c. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ! 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  : 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 


HIS   PEKFECTIOXS   AND   ATTRIBUTES.        107 

1  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 
And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, — 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We  '11  crowd  thy  gates  :  with  thankful  songs 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm'as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Jg7  C.  M.  Tate  &  Brady. 

(Soft's  (SonSescenstoix. 

THOU,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 
Within  tins  earthly  frame, 
Through  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou  ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 

2  When  heaven,  thy  glorious  work  on  high, 

Employs  my  wondering  sight,  — 
The  moon  that  nightly  rules  the  sky, 
With  stars  of  feebler  light,  — 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  that  he  is  blessed 

With  thy  peculiar  care  ! 


103 


GOD. 


Why  on  his  offspring  is  conferred 
Of  love  so  large  a  share  ? 

4  O  Thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 
Within  this  earthly  frame, 
Through  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou  ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 

168  S.  M.  Watts. 

HIGH  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  His  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

2  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

3  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  who  fear  his  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel : 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

4  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  : 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field. 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

5  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find, 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 


HIS   PEEFECTIONS   AND   ATTRIBUTES.        109 

Jg9  L.  M.  Bryant. 

2Efter£  CKooti  g&fft  from  t$e  jFatijet. 

FATHER,  to  thy  kind  love  we  owe 
All  that  is  fair  and  good  below ; 
Bestower  of  the  health  that  lies 
On  tearless  cheeks  and  cheerful  eyes  ! 

2  Giver  of  sunshine  and  of  rain  ! 
Ripener  of  fruits  on  hill  and  plain  ! 
Fountain  of  light,  that,  rayed  afar, 
Fills  the  vast  urns  of  sun  and  star  ! 

3  Who  send  'st  thy  storms  and  frosts  to  bind 
The  plagues  that  rise  to  waste  mankind ; 
Then  breathest,  o'er  the  naked  scene, 
Spring  gales,  and  life,  and  tender  green, 

4  Yet  deem  we  not  that  thus  alone, 
Thy  mercy  and  thy  love  are  shown ; 
For  we  have  learned,  with  higher  praise, 
And  holier  names,  to  speak  thy  ways. 

5  In  woe's  dark  hour,  our  kindest  stay  ! 
Sole  trust  when  life  shall  pass  away  ! 
Teacher  of  hopes  that  light  the  gloom 
Of  death,  and  consecrate  the  tomb  ! 

170  0.  M.  Watts. 

OUR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ! 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 


110  GOD. 

2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
Then  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 


jyj  L.  M.  G  1.  Montgomery's  Coll. 

©mttfyvesence  of  Go"D. 

ABOVE,  below,  where'er  I  gaze, 
-  Thy  guiding  finger,  Lord,  I  view, 
Traced  in  the  midnight  planet's  blaze, 

Or  glist'ning  in  the  morning  dew  : 
Whate'er  is  beautiful  or  fair 
Is  but  thine  own  reflection  there. 


2  And  when  the  radiant  orb  of  light 

Hath  tipped  the  mountain  tops  with  gold, 
Smote  with  the  blaze,  my  weary  sight 
Shrinks  from  the  wonders  I  behold ; 


HIS   PERFECTIONS   AKD   ATTRIBUTES.        Ill 

That  ray  of  glory,  bright  and  fair, 
Is  but  thy  living  shadow  there. 

3  Thine  is  the  silent  noon  of  night, 
The  twilight  eve,  the  dewy  morn ; 
Whate'er  is  beautiful  and  bright, 

Thy  hands  have  fashioned  to  adorn. 
Thy  glory  walks  in  every  sphere, 
And  all  tilings  whisper,  "  God  is  here." 

[72  •      8  &  7's  M.  H.  Bonar. 

Sfje  JBcabenlg  jFatijer. 

"\/T2S>  for  me,  for  me  he  careth, 
JL      With  a  Father's  tender  care  ; 
Yes,  with  me,  with  me  he  beareth 
Every  burden,  every  fear. 

2  Yes,  in  me  abroad  he  sheddeth 

Joys  unearthly,  love  and  light ; 
And,  to  cover  me,  he  spreadeth 
His  love-brooding  wing  of  might. 

3  Yes,  in  me,  in  me  he  dwelleth, 

I  in  him,  and  he  in  me  ; 
And  my  longing  soul  he  filleth, 
Here  and  through  eternity. 

J 73  C-  M'  Montgomery. 

Soft's  jFaftfcfulness. 

FAITHFUL,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are, 
A  rock  that  cannot  move ; 
A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 


112  GOD. 

2  Who  trusted  in  thy  word  of  old 

Were  never  put  to  shame  ; 
And  as  thy  purposes  unfold, 
Thy  truth  is  still  the  same. 

3  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still ; 

Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear, 
That,  saved,  we  may  thy  goodness  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

4  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plenteous  is  the  store  ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  for  evermore. 


V7A  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

$rafse  for  JSibfne  (Sootmess. 

GOD  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise, 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises,  raised  on  high, 

Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  foil, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But  oh  !  when  that  last  conflict 's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 


HIS   PROVIDENCE.  113 

With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  sides  ! 

HIS  PROVIDENCE. 

]/75  C#  ^*  Thompson. 

0ll*em&racfni$  ^robflfcftce  of  «a. 

JEHOVAH  God  !  thy  gracious  power 
On  every  hand  we  see  ; 
O  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee. 

2  If,  on  the  wings  of  morn,  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  love  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  sides  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness~never  dies. 

4  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  thee  our  hopes  depend ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend  ! 

176  L.  M.  W.  Taylor. 

&\)z  33et«ffceiTce  of  ©oTr. 

GOD  of  the  universe,  whose  hand 
Hath  sown  with  suns  the  fields  of  space, 
Round  which,  obeying  thy  command, 
Unnumbered  w orlds  fulfil  their  race  ; 


114  GOD. 

2  How  vast  the  region  where  thy  will 

Existence,  form,  and  order  gives, 
Pleased  the  wide  cup  with  joy  to  fill, 
For  all  that  grows,  and  feels,  and  lives. 

3  Lord  !  while  we  thank  thee,  let  us  learn 

Beneficence  to  all  below  : 
They  praise  thee  best  whose  bosoms  burn 
Thy  gifts  on  others  to  bestow. 


J77  L.  M.  Dyer. 

(Soti's  ©are  ofaer  all. 

GREATEST  of  Beings  !  Source  of  life  ! 
Sovereign  of  air,  of  earth,  and  sea  ! 
All  nature  feels  thy  power, —  but  man 
A  grateful  tribute  pays  to  thee. 

2  All,  great  Creator  !  all  are  thine  ; 

All  feel  thy  providential  care  ; 
And,  through  each  varying  scene  of  life, 
Alike  thy  constant  pity  share. 

3  And  whether  grief  oppress  the  heart, 

Or  whether  joy  elate  the  breast, 
Or  life  still  keep  its  little  course, 
Or  death  invite  the  heart  to  rest ; 

4  All  are  thy  messengers,  and  all 

Thy  sacred  pleasure,  Lord,  obey ; 
And  all  are  training  man  to  dwell 
Nearer  to  bliss,  and  nearer  thee. 


HIS   PROVIDENCE.  115 

\ 7g  L.   M.  COLLETT. 

Urobftence  KfnTr  mits  Sure. 

THROUGH  all  the  various  passing  scene 
Of  life's  mistaken  ill  or  good, 
Thy  hand,  O  God  !  conducts  unseen 
The  beautiful  vicissitude. 

2  Thou  gives t,  with  paternal  care, 

Howe'er  unjustly  we  complain, 
To  each  their  necessary  share 

Of  joy  and  sorrow,  health  and  pain. 

3  All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 

On  thy  eternal  will  depend ; 
And  all  for  greater  good  were  given, 
And  all  shall  in  thy  glory  end. 

4  Be  this  my  care  !  —  to  all  beside 

Indifferent  let  my  wishes  be  ; 
Passion  be  calm,  and  dumb  be  pride, 
And  fixed  my  soul,  great  God,  on  thee. 

J79  C.  M.  Scott. 

<£qVs  SttpcrmtenUeitq). 

OD  reigns  ;  events  in  order  flow, 
Man's  industry  to  guide  ; 
But  in  a  different  channel  go, 
To  humble  human  pride. 

2  Weak  mortals  do  themselves  beguile, 
When  on  themselves  they  rest ; 
Blind  is  their  wisdom,  vain  their  toil, 
By  thee,  O  Lord,  unblest. 


116  GOD. 

3  'T  is  ours  the  furrows  to  prepare, 

And  sow  the  precious  grain ;  ' 
'T  is  tliine  to  give  the  sun  and  air, 
And  send  the  genial  rain. 

4  Evil  and  good  before  thee  stand, 

Their  mission  to  perform  ; 
The  sun  shines  bright  at  thy  command ; 
Thy  hand  directs  the  storm. 

5  In  all  our  ways,  we  humbly  own 

Thy  providential  power ; 
Entrusting  to  thy  care,  alone, 
The  lot  of  every  hour. 


1 0Q  C.  M.  Eng.  Bap. 

$tobfOence  IStfntr  antr  Bountiful. 

THY  kingdom,  Lord,  forever  stands, 
While  earthly  thrones  decay ; 
And  time  submits  to  thy  commands, 
While  ages  roll  away. 

2  Thy  sovereign  bounty  freely  gives 

Its  unexhausted  store ; 
And  universal  nature  lives 
On  thy  sustaining  power. 

3  Holy  and  just  in  all  its  ways 

Is  Providence  divine ; 
In  all  its  works,  immortal  rays 
Of  power  and  mercy  shine. 


HIS   PROVIDENCE.  117 

4  The  praise  of  God — delightful  theme  I 
Shall  fill  my  heart  and  tongue ; 
Let  all  creation  bless  his  name, 
In  one  eternal  song. 


Jg  J  8's  &  4's  M.    Sabbath  Hymn  Book. 

«£t  fsWireH." 

THROUGH  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour, 
AU  will  be  well ; 
Free  and  changeless  is  Ms  favor : 

All,  all  is  well. 
Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  us ; 
Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us  ; 
Strong  the  hand  stretched  out  to  shield  us ; 
All  must  be  well. 

2  Though  we  pass  through  tribulation, 

All  will  be  well ; 
Ours  is  such  a  full  salvation ; 

All,  all  is  well : 
Happy,  still  in  God  confiding, 
Fruitful,  if  in,  Christ  abiding, 
Holy,  through  the  Spirit's  guiding 

All  must  be  well. 

3  We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow ; 

All  will  be  well ; 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow, 

All,  all  is  well ; 
On  our  Father's  love  relying,    , 
Jesus  every  need  supplying, 
Or  in  living,  or  in  dying, 

All  must  be  well. 


118  GOD. 


HIS  WORKS. 

182  C-  M-  Keblb- 
SClje  aSoofe  of  Nature* 

THERE  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read, 
Which  heavenly  truth  imparts  ; 
And  all  the  lore  its  scholars  need, 
Pure  eyes  and  willing  hearts. 

2  The  works  of  God  above,  below, 

Within  us  and  around, 
Are  pages  in  that  book  to  show 
How  God  himself  is  found. 

3  The  glorious  sky,  embracing  all, 

Is  like  the  Father's  love  ; 
Wherewith  encompassed,  great  and  small, 
In  peace  and  order  move. 

4  Thou  who  hast  given  us  eyes  to  see 

And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 
Give  to  us  hearts  to  find  out  thee, 
And  read  thee  everywhere. 

183  C.  M.  Wallace. 
©totr  seen  m  j^fs  OTovfcs. 

THERE 'S  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 
Illumes  the  distant  earth, 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 
But  Goodness  gave  it  birth. 

2  There's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distil 
Upon  the  parching  clod, 


HIS  WORKS.  119 

And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill, 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

3  There  's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 

In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found ; 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

4  Around,  within,  below,  above. 

Wherever  space  extends, 
There  heaven  displays  its  boundless  love, 
And  power  with  goodness  blends. 


]_84  O.  M.  H.  K.  White. 

CBfotJ  ©ber  OT. 

THE  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all ; 
His  station  who  can  find? 
I  hear  him  in  the  waterfall ; 
I  hear  him  in  the  wind. 

2  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud, 

His  face  I  cannot  fly  ; 
I  sec  him  in  the  evening  cloud, 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 

3  He  lives,  he  reigns  in  every  land, 

From  winter's  polar  snows, 
To  where,  across  the  burning  sand, 
The  blasting  meteor  glows. 

4  He  bids  his  gales  the  fields  deform, 

Then,  when  his  thunders  cease, 


120  GOD. 

He  paints  his  rainbow  on  the  storm, 
And  lulls  the  winds  to  peace. 


\Qfy  L.  M.  6  1.  Moore. 

&II  Sintifls  are  of  €SoU. 

THOU  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 
Of  all  this  wondrous  world  Ave  see ; 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee  ; 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

2  When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 

Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 
And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze 

Through  golden  vistas  into  heaven, — ■ 
Those  hues  that  mark  the  sun's  decline, 
So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord,  are  thine. 

3  When  night,  with  wings  of  starry  gloom, 

O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies, 
Like  some  dark,  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 

Is  sparkling  with  unnumbered  eyes,  — 
That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine, 
So  grand,  so  countless,  Lord,  are  thine. 

4  When  youthful  Spring  around  us  breathes 

Thy  spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh  ; 
And  every  flower  that  summer  wreathes 

Is  born  beneath  thy  kindling  eye  : 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 


HIS   WORKS.  121 

Jgg  L.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

33ati(j  of  @foT>. 

THEEE  is  a  God —  all  nature  speaks, 
Through  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  and  skies  : 
See,  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
When  first  the  beams  of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame 
Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 

His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  The  blooming  flowers  in  beauty  rise 

Above  the  weak  attempts  of  art ; 
Their  bright,  inimitable  dyes 

Speak  sweet  conviction  to  the  heart. 

4  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  a  God ; 

Come,  bow  before  him,  and  adore. 


Jg*7  L-  M-  Addison. 

&\)t  ^eabens  tiedare  tf)e  <£lor#  of  g£c"D. 

npHE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
-I-    With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 
Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Doth  his  Creator's  power  display  ; 
And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 


122  GOD. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 

4  And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  : 
Whilst  all  the  stars  which  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found ; 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 

And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  ; 
Forever  singing,  as  they  shine,  — 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


1QQ  P.  M.  Anonymous. 

&l)e  suvpnssms  (Slorrj  of  ©foil. 

SINCE  o'er  thy  footstool  here  below 
Such  radiant  gems  are  strown, 
O  what  magnificence  must  glow, 
Great  God,  about  thy  throne  ! 
So  brilliant  here  these  drops  of  light  — 
There  the  full  ocean  rolls  —  how  bright ! 

2  If  night's  blue  curtain  of  the  sky  — 
With  thousand  stars  inwrought, 
Hung  like  a  royal  canopy 

With  glittering  diamonds  fraught  — 
Be,  Lord,  thy  temple's  outer  veil, 
What  splendor  at  the  shrine  must  dwell ! 


HIS   WORKS.  12 i 

3  The  dazzling  sun  at  noonday  hour  — 

Forth  from  his  flaming  vase 
Flinging  o'er  earth  the  golden  shower 

Till  vale  and  mountain  blaze  — 
But  shows,  O  Lord,  one  beam  of  thine  : 
What,  then,  the  day  where  thou  dost  shine  I 

A  O  how  shall  these  dim  eyes  endure 

That  noon  of  living  rays  ! 
Or  how  Our  spirits,  so  impure, 

Upon  thy  glory  gaze  !  — 
Anoint,  O  Lord,  anoint  our  sight, 
And  fit  us  for  that  world  of  light. 

]  gQ  C.  M.  Lutheran  Coll. 

CKootmess  of  W&  in  fjfs  V&qx&s, 

HAIL,  great  Creator,  — wise  and  good ! 
To  thee  our  songs  we  raise ; 
Nature, through  all  her  various  scenes, 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 

2  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star, 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night, 
And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

3  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  lawn, 

With  countless  beauties  shine  ; 
The  silent  grove,  the  awful  shade, 
Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 

4  Great  nature's  God  !  still  may  these  scenes 

Our  serious  hours  engage  ! 
Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 
Thy  work's  instructive  page  ! 


124  GOD. 

190  1 1's,  10's,  and  4's  M.     Dr.  Chatpield. 

2Hje  temple  of  Nature. 

"AN  can  build  nothing  worthy  of  his  Maker ; 
From  royal  Solomon's  stupendous  fane 
Down  to  the  humble  chapel  of  the  Quaker 
All,  all  are  vain. 

2  The  wondrous  world  which  he  himself  created 

Is  the  fit  temple  of  creation's  Lord ; 
There  may  his  worship  best  be  celebrated, 

And  praises  poured. 

3  Its  altar,  earth ;  its  roof,  the  sky  untainted  ; 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  are  lamps  that  give  it 
light ; 
And  clouds  by  the  celestial  artist  painted, 
Its  pictures  bright. 

4  Its  choir,  all  vocal  things,  whose  glad  devotion 

In  one  united  hymn  is  heavenward  sped  ; 
The  thunder-peal,  the  winds,  the  deep-mouthed 
ocean, 

Its  organ  dread ! 

5  The  face  of  nature  its  God- written  Bible, 

Which  all  mankind  may  study  and  explore, 
While  none  can  wrest,  interpolate,  or  libel 
Its  living  lore. 

6  Hence   learn  we  that  our   Maker,   whose   af- 

fection 
Knows  no  distinction,  suffers  no  recall, 
Sheds  his  impartial  favor  and  affection 
Alike  on  all. 


HIS  WORKS,  '125 

J9  J  7's  M.  R,  C.  Waterston. 

CSoti  fn  Nature. 

"N  each  breeze  that  wanders  free, 
And  each  flower  that  gems  the  sod, 
Living  souls  may  hear  and  see, 
Freshly  uttered  words  from  God. 

2  God  is  present,  and  doth  shine 

Through  each  scene  beneath  the  sky. 
Kindling  with  a  liatfit  divine, 
Every  form  that  meets  the  eye.. 

3  Let  us  then,  with  searching  mind, 

Seek  a  good  where'er  it  springs, 
We  shall  then  true  wisdom  find, 
Hidden  in  familiar  things. 


J92  Q'  ^-  Anonymous. 

SSJJnspers  in  tjje  tempest. 

GREAT  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame, 
We  own  thy  power  divine  ; 
We  hear  thy  breath  in  every  storm, 
For  all  the  winds  are  thine. 

2  Wide  as  they  sweep  their  sounding  way, 
They  work  thy  sovereign  will ; 
And  awed  by  thy  majestic  voice, 
Confusion  shall  be  still. 

2  Thy  mercy  tempers  every  blast 
To  those  who  seek  thy  face, 


126*  GOB. 

And  mingles  with  the  tempest's  roar 
The  whispers  of  thy  grace. 

4  Those  gentle  whispers  let  us  hear, 
Till  all  the  tumult  cease, 
And  gales  of  Paradise  shall  lull 
Our  weary  souls  to  peace. 


"IQQ  L.  M.  Sterling 

THOU,   Lord,    who   rear'st  the    mountain's 
height, 
And  mak'st  the  cliffs  with  sunshine  bright, 
O,  grant  that  we  may  own  thy  hand 
No  less  in  every  grain  of  sand ! 

2  With  forests  huge,  of  dateless  time, 
Thy  will  has  hung  each  peak  sublime ; 
But  withered  leaves  beneath  the  tree 
Have  tongues  that  tell  as  loud  of  thee. 

3  Teach  us  that  not  a  leaf  can  grow 
Till  life  from  thee  within  it  flow  ; 
That  not  a  grain  of  dust  can  be, 
O  Fount  of  being,  save  by  thee. 

4  That  every  human  word  and  deed, 
Each  flash  of  feeling,  will,  or  creed, 
Hath  solemn  meaning  from  above, 
Beo'un  and  ended  all  in  love. 


HIS   WORKS.  127 

]94  CM.  C.  D.  Stuaet. 

Wfyz  aSeatitfful. 

THE  world  lias  much  of  beautiful 
If  man  would  only  see  ; 
A  glory  in  the  beaming  stars, 

The  lowest  budding  tree ; 
A  splendor  from  the  farthest  easfc 

Unto  the  farthest  west ; 
Ay  !  everything  is  beautiful, 
And  we  are  greatly  blest ! 

2  The  world  is  good  and  beautiful, 

We  all  may  know  it  well ; 
For  there  are  many  thousand  tongues 

That  every  day  can  tell 
What  love  has  cheered  them  on  their  way, 

Each  earthly  ill  above ; 
It  only  needs  a  goodly  heart 

To  know  that  all  is  love ! 

|95  L.  M.  Mrs.  Opie. 

Sattftms  toftt)  Mature  ra  €Ws  $rafse. 

THERE  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale, 
A  tongue  in  every  opening  flower, 
Which  tells,  O  Lord,  the  wondrous  tale 
Of  thine  indulgence,  love,  and  power. 
The  birds  that  rise  on  quivering  wing 

Appear  to  hymn  their  Maker's  praise, 
And  all  the  mingling  sounds  of  Spring 
To  thee  a  general  paaan  raise. 

2  And  shall  my  voice,  great  God,  alone 
Be  mute  'mid  Nature's  loud  acclaim? 


128  GOD. 

No  !  let  my  heart,  with  answering  tone, 
Breithe  forth  in  praise  thy  holy  name, 

And  Nature's  debt  is  small  to  mine  — 
Thou  bad'st  her  being  bounded  be  ; 

But  (matchless  proof  of  love  divine  !) 
Thou  s:av?st  immortal  life  to  me. 

o 

3  The  Saviour  left  his  heavenly  throne 

A  ransom  for  our  souls  to  give  ; 
Man's  suffering  state  he  made  his  own, 

And  deigned  to  die  that  we  might  live, 
But  thanks  and  praise  for  love  so  great 

No  mortal  tongue  can  e'er  express  ; 
Then  let  me  bow  before  thy  feet, 

In  silence  love  thee,  Lord,  and  bless. 


196 


L.  M.  Mrs.  Pollen, 

30fWne  CKootrness  seen  in  Watuve. 

GOD,  thou  art  good  !  each  perfumed  flower, 
The  waving  field,  the  dark  green  Avood* 
The  insect  fluttering  for  an  hour,  — 
All  things  proclaim  that  God  is  good. 

2  I  hear  it  in  each  breath  of  wind  : 

The  hills  that  have  for  ages  stood, 

And  clouds  with  gold  and  silver  lined, 

All  still  repeat  that  God  is  good. 

3  The  countless  hosts  of  twinkling  stars, 

That  sing  his  praise  with  light  renewed ; 
The  rising  sun  each  day  declares, 
Li.  rays  of  glory,  God  is  good. 


his  wor.KS.  123 

4  The  moon  that  walks  in  brightness  says 
That  God  is  good !  and  man,  endued 
With  power  to  speak  his  Maker's  praise, 
Doth  still  repeat  that  God  is  good. 


|97  7s  M.  Milton. 

33rafse  to  tfje  »&  of  Mature.    33s.  c^jftf. 

LET  us  with  a  joyful  mind  = 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind-  — 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  He  by  wisdom  did  create 
Heaven's  expanse,  and  all  its  state ; 
Did  by  his  commanding  might 

Fill  the  new-made  world  with  light ; 

3  Caused  the  golden-tressed  sun 
All  the  day  his  course  to  run ; 
And  the  moon  to  shine  by  night 
'Mid  her  spangled  sisters  bright. 

4  All  things  living  he  doth  feed ; 
His  full  hand  supplies  then  need ; 
Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth. 

5  He  his  mansion  hath  on  high, 
'Bove  the  reach  of  mortal  eye  | 
And  his  mercies  shall  endure 
Ever  faithful  5  ever  sure. 


130  GOD. 

1QO  L.  M.  T.  Moore. 

Nature  a  CTer.iple. 

TITHE  turf  shall  be  my  fragrant  shrine ; 
X      My  temple,  Lord,  that  arch  of  thine  ; 
My  censer's  breath  the  mountain  airs, 
And  silent  thoughts  my  only  prayers. 
My  choir  shall  be  the  moonlit  waves, 
When  murmuring  homeward  to  their  caves, 
Or  when  the  stillness  of  the  sea, 
E'en  more  than  music,  breathes  of  thee. 

2  I'll  seek,  by  day,  some  glade  unknown, 
All  light  and  silence,  like  thy  throne ; 
And  the  pale  stars  shall  be,  at  night, 
The  only  eyes  that  watch  my  rite. 

Thy  heaven,  on  which  't  is  bliss  to  look, 
Shall  be  my  pure  and  shining  book, 
Where  I  can  read,  in  words  of  flame, 
The  glories  of  thy  wondrous  name. 

3  There's  nothing  bright,  above,  below, 
From  flowers  that  bloom,  to  stars  that  glow, 
But  in  its  light  my  soul  can  see 

Some  feature  of  thy  Deity. 
There's  nothing  dark,  below,  above, 
But  in  its  gloom  I  trace  thy  love, 
And  meekly  wait  that  moment  when 
Thy  touch  shall  turn  all  bright  again. 

■jQQ  L.  M.  Sterling. 

3TJje  ttoo  Sewjfe. 

WHEN  up  to  nightly  skies  we  gaze, 
Where  stars  pursue  their  endless  ways, 


HIS   WORKS.  131 

We  think  we  see,  from  earth's  low  clod, 
The  wide  and  shining  home  of  God. 

2  But  could  we  rise  to  moon  or  sun, 
Or  path  where  planets  duly  run, 

Still  heaven  would  spread  above  us  far, 
And  earth,  remote,  would  seem  a  star. 

3  Tins  earth,  with  all  its  dust  and  tears, 
Is  his  no  less  than  yonder  spheres ; 
And  rain-drops  weak,  and  grains  of  sand. 
Are  stamped  by  his  immediate  hand. 

4  But  more  than  this,  thou  God  benign, 
Whose  rays  on  us  unclouded  shine ; 
Thy  breath  sustains  yon  fiery  dome, 
But  man  is  most  thy  favored  home. 

5  We  view  those  halls  of  painted  air, 
And  own  thy  presence  makes  them  fair ; 
But  dearer  still  to  thee,  O  Lord ! 
Is  he  whose  thoughts  with  thine  accord. 


-£T 


200  8s  &  7s  M-  Heber« 

"  ©onsftret  tfje  3LffitB  of  tf)e  jnettr." 

LO!  the  lilies  of  the  field! 
How  their  leaves  instruction  yield ! 
Hark  to  nature's  lesson  given 
By  the  blessed  birds  of  heaven  ! 
Every  bush  and  tufted  tree 
Warbles  trust  and  piety  : 
Children,  banish  doubt  and  sorrow,  — 
God  provideth  for  the  morrow. 


132  •    GOD. 

2  One  there  lives,  whose  guardian  eye 
Guides  our  earthly  destiny  ; 
One  there  lives,  who,  Lord  of  all, 
Keeps  his  children  lest  they  fall : 
Pass  we,  then,  in  love  and  praise, 
Trusting  him,  through  all  our  days, 
Free  from  doubt  and  faithless  sorrow, - 
God  provideth  for  the  morrow. 


OQ1  L.  M.  6  1.  Montgomery's  Coli* 

&!)e  33cautfcs  of  (Erentfon. 

OUES  is  a  lovely  world,  how  fair 
Thy  beauties  e'en  on  earth  appear ! 
The  seasons  in  their  courses  fall, 
And  bring  successive  joys.     The  sea, 
The  earth,  the  sky,  are  full  of  thee, 
Benignant,  2,-lorious  Lord  of  all ! 

2.  There  's  beauty  in  the  heat  of  day  ; 
There  's  glory  in  the  noontide  ray  ; 

There  's  sweetness  in  the  twilight  shades  — 
Magnificence  in  night.     Thy  love 
Arched  the  grand  heaven  of  blue  above, 

And  all  our  smiling  earth  pervades. 

3  And  if  thy  glories  here  be  found, 
Streaming  with  radiance  all  around, 
What  must  the  fount  of  glory  be  ! 
In  thee  we  '11  hope,  in  thee  confide, 
Thou,  mercy's  never  ebbing  tide, 
Thou,  love's  unfathomable  sea  ! 


HIS  WORD.  133 


HIS  WORD. 


202  L-  M-  Watts. 

Nature  antt  Scripture  comjiateTr* 

TBQE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord ; 
In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess ; 
But,  lo,  the  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

203  c-  M-  Barton. 

Valuz  ot  tfje  i& matures. 

WORD  of  the  ever-living  God  ! 
Will  of  his  glorious  Son  ! 
Without  thee  how  could  earth  be  trod, 
Or  heaven  itself  be  won  ? 

2  Yet,  to  unfold  thy  hidden  worth, 

Thy  mysteries  to  reveal, 
That  Spirit  which  first  gave  thee  forth, 
Thy  volume  must  unseal ! 

3  And  we,  if  we  aright  would  learn 

The  wisdom  it  imparts, 


134  GOB. 

Must  to  its  heavenly  teaching  turn 
With  simple,  ehildlike  hearts  ! 


204  G-  M-  Eippon's  Coia> 

ffalue  of  t&e  Bible. 

HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine. 
By  inspiration  given  ! 
i    Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  lead  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  O'er  all  the  straight  and  narrow  way 

Its  radiant  beams  are  cast ; 

A  light  whose  never  waning  ray 

Grows  brightest  at  the  last, 

3  It  sweetly  cheers  our  fainting  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  comfort  it  imparts, 
And  calms  our  anxious  fears. 

4  This  lamp  through  all  the  dreary  night 

Of  life  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  glorious  light 
Of  never-ending  day. 


205  °-  M-  Steel* 

Slje  aSfiile  suited  to  ottr  GUants. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 


ins  word.  135 

2  5T  is  here  the  Saviour's  welcome  voice 

Speaks  heavenly  peace  around, 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

3  O,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  lio-ht. 

4  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word 
And  view  my  Saviour  here. 

206  L-  R  M°  Watts. 

3Mfj$t  atiti  Kixstructfon  from  tf)e  33fvrte. 

LOYE  the  volume  of  thy  word  ; 

What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 
To  souls  benighted  and  distressed  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way ; 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray ; 
Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

2  Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free  but  large  reward. 

3  Who  knows  the.  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,-  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sin  restrain  ; 


136  GOD. 

Accept  my  poor  attempts  at  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 
And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 

207  0-  M.  WATT& 

Comfort  from  t|>e  Bible. 

LORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
My  lasting  heritage ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  histories  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever-fresh  delight. 

3  T  is  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown  9 

Where  springs  of  life  arise, 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 
Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 


208  S*  M*  Beddome. 

&|)c  rebealetr  ®®orl!. 

OLORD,  thy  perfect  word 
Directs  our  steps  aright ; 
Nor  can  all  other  books  afford 
Such  profit  or  delight. 


HIS  WORD.  137 

2  Celestial  light  it  sheds, 

To  cheer  this  vale  below ; 
To  distant  lands  its  glory  spreads, 
And  streams  of  mercy  flow. 

B  True  wisdom  it  imparts  ; 

Commands  our  hope  and  fear ; 
O,  may  we  hide  it  in  our  hearts, 
And  feel  its  influence  there. 

OQ9  C.  M.  Waits. 

Enstructfoti  from  tfte  <S matures.    |3s>  ctfp. 

"OW  shall  the  young  secure  then-  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  then  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  The  starry  heavens  thy  rule  obey ; 

The  earth  maintains  her  place ; 
And  these,  thy  servants,  night  and  dagrf 
Thy  skill  and  power  express. 

5  But  still  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord, 

Have  lessons  more  divine  ; 


138  GOD. 

Not  earth  stands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  stars  so  nobly  shine. 


210  S.  M.  E.  Taylor 

myt  Bible. 

IT  is  the  one  true  light, 
When  other  lamps  grow  dim, 
'Twill  never  burn  less  purely  bright  , 

Nor  lead  astray  from  Him. 
It  is  Love's  blessed  band, 
That  reaches  from  the  throne 
To  him  —  whoe'er  he  be  —  whose  hand 
Will  seize  it  for  his  own  I 

2  It  is  the  golden  key 

Unto  celestial  wealth, 
Joy  to  the  sons  of  poverty, 

And  to  the  sick  man,  health  I 
The  gently  proffered  aid 
Of  one  who  knows  and  best 
Supplies  the  beings  he  has  made 

With  what  will  make  them  blessed. 

3  It  is  the  sweetest  sound 

That  infant  years  can  hear, 
Travelling  across  that  holy  ground, 

With  God  and  angels  near, 
There  rests  the  weary  head, 
There  age  and  sorrow  go  ; 
And  how  it  smooths  the  dying  bed, 

O  I  let  the  Christian  show  ! 


HIS  WORD.  139 

91 2  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

2T$e  Scrfjrtiircs. 

LAMP  of  our  feet !  whose  hallowed  beam 
Deep  in  our  hearts  its  dwelling  hath, 
How  welcome  is  the  cheering  gleam 

Thou  sheddest  o'er  our  lowly  path  ! 
Light  of  our  way !  whose  rays  are  flung 

In  mercy  o'er  our  pilgrim  road, 
How  blessed,  its  dark  shades  among, 
The  star  that  guides  us  to  our  God. 

2  In  the  sweet  morning's  hour  of  prime, 

Thy  blessed  word  our  lips  engage ; 
And  round  our  hearths  at  evening  time 

Our  children  spell  the  holy  page  ; 
The  waymark  through  long  distant  years, 

To  guide  their  wandering  footsteps  on, 
Till  thy  last  loveliest  beam  appears, 

Inscribed  upon  the  churchyard  stnro. 

3  Lamp  of  our  feet !  which  day  by  day 

Are  passing  to  the  quiet  tomb, 
If  on  it  fall  thy  peaceful  ray, 

Our  last  low  dwelling  hath  no  gloom. 
How  beautiful  their  calm  repose 

To  whom  thy  blessed  hope  is  given, 
Whose  pilgrimage  on  earth  is  closed 

By  the  unfolding  gates  of  heaven  ! 


140  GOD. 


HIS  SPIRIT, 

212  L.  M.  J,  Wesley. 

"  &5e  tjealtljful  Sjrfrft  of  <&oVs  ©race." 

SPIRIT  of  grace,  and  health,  and  power  ! 
Fountain  of  light  and  love  below  ! 
Abroad  thy  healing  influence  shower ; 
On  all  thy  servants  let  it  flow. 

2  Inflame  our  hearts  with  perfect  love ; 

In  us  the  work  of  faith  fulfil : 
So  not  heaven's  host  shall  swifter  move, 
Than  we  on  earth  to  do  thy  will. 

3  Father  !  't  is  thine  each  day  to  yield 

Thy  children's  wants  a  fresh  supply ; 
Thou  cloth'st  the  lilies  of  the  field, 
And  nearest  the  young  ravens  cry. 

4  On  thee  we  cast  our  care ;  we  live 

Through  thee  who  know'st  our  every  need : 
O  feed  us  with  thy  grace,  and  give 
Our  souls  this  day  the  living  bread  ! 

213  C.  M.  Watts. 

Stager  for  Hcnctonl. 

COME,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  !  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 


HIS  SPIRIT.  141 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs ; 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  — 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great ! 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

214  C.  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

Sprat  of  holiness. 

SPIRIT  of  holiness,  descend; 
Thy  people  wait  for  thee ; 
Thine  ear  in  kind  compassion  lend ; 
Let  us  thy  mercy  see. 

2  Behold  thy  weary  churches  wait, 

With  wistful,  longing  eyes  ; 
Let  us  no  more  lie  desolate  : 
*         O,  bid  thy  light  arise  ! 

3  Thy  light  that  on  our  souls  hath  shone, 

Leads  us  in  hope  to  thee ; 
Let  us  not  feel  its  rays  alone  — 
Alone  thy  people  be. 


142  GOD. 

4  Spirit  of  holiness,  'tis  thine 
To  hear  our  feeble  prayer ; 
Come,  —  for  Ave  wait  thy  power  divine,  — 
Let  us  thy  mercy  share. 

215  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

2T!)e  Spirit's  presence  tresireU. 

SPIRIT  divine,  attend  our  prayer, 
Now  make  this  place  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power ; 
O  come,  great  Spirit,  come. 

2  Come  as  the  light ;  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe, 
And  lead  us  in  the  paths  of  life, 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  antf.  purge  our  hearts 

Like  sacrificial  flame ; 
Let  every  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  a  dove,  and  spread  thy  wings,  — 

The  wings  of  peaceful  love,  — 
And  let  the  church  on  earth  become 
Blest  as  the  church  above. 

21  g  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

$rna>er  for  tjje  Spfrit  of  @Ws  S3UorU. 

INSPIRER  of  the  ancient  seers,* 
Who  wrote  from  thee  the  sacred  page, 
The  same  through  all  succeeding  years  ! 
To  us,  in  our  degenerate  age, 


HIS    SPIRIT.  143 

The  spirit  of  thy  word  impart, 
And  breathe  its  life  into  our  heart. 

While  now  thine  oracles  we  read, 

With  earnest  prayer  and  strong  desire, 

O,  let  thy  truth  from  thee  proceed 
Our  souls  to  waken  and  inspire ; 

Our  weakness  help,  our  darkness  chase, 

And  guide  us  by  the  light  of  grace. 

Supplied  from  out  thy  treasury, 

O,  may  we  always  ready  stand 
To  help  the  souls  redeemed  by  thee, 

In  what  their  various  states  demand  ; 
To  teach,  convince,  correct,  reprove, 
And  build  them  up  in  noblest  love. 


217  7s  M.  T.  T.  Lynch. 

3.3ra])er  foe  t!)e  Spirit. 

GEACIOUS  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  gracious  be, 
And  with  words  that  help  and  heal 
Would  thy  life  in  mine  reveal , 
And  with  actions  bold  and  meek 
Would  for  Christ  my  Saviour  speak, 

2  Mighty  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  mighty  be, 
Mighty  so  as  to  prevail 
Where  unaided  man  must  fail, 
Ever  by  a  mighty  hope 
Pressing  on  and  bearing  up. 


144  GOD. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 
I  myself  would  holy  be ; 
Separate  from  sin,  I  would 
Choose  and  cherish  all  things  good, 
And  whatever  I  can  be 
Give  to  him  who  gave  me  thee. 

218  c-  M-  Keble- 

WHEN   God,    of  old,   came   down    from 
heaven, 
In  power  and  wrath  he  came  ; 
Before  his  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame. 

2  But  when  he  came  the  second  time, 

He  came  in  power  and  love ; 
Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime, 
Hovered  his  holy  Dove. 

3  The  fires  that  rushed  on  Sinai  down, 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown, 
On  every  sainted  head. 

4  Like  arrows  went  those  lightnings  forth, 

Winged  with  the  sinner's  doom ; 
But  these,  like  tongues,  o'er  all  the  earth 
Proclaiming  life  to  come. 


<&i)xi&t. 


HIS  ADVENT. 

219  C.  M.  E.  H.  Sears. 

<£f)rfstmas  ?$2mtt. 

CALAl  on  the  listening  ear  of  night, 
Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-niantled  plains. 

2  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply ; 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  dayspring  from  on  high. 

3  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm, 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Pier  silent  groves  of  palm. 

4  ' '  Glory  to  God  !  "  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring,  — 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  — good- will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  King  !  " 

5  Light  on  thy  hills,  Jerusalem  ! 

The  Saviour  now  is  born  ! 
And  bright  on  Bethlehem's  joyous  plains 
Breaks  the  first  Christmas  morn. 


146  CHRIST. 


220  7's  M-  Anonymous. 

£!)e  33frtft  of  (Sijrfst. 

ARK  !  the  herald-angels  sing 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
Man  to  God  is  reconciled. 


H 


Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies  ; 
With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 

Mild  he  lays  his  glories  by ; 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Born,  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born,  to  give  them  second  birth. 

Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  his  win<?;s. 


221  s-  M-  E-  H-  Chafin. 

<£fmstntas  2Q,»mn. 

"ARK  !  hark  !  with  harps  of  gold, 
What  anthem  do  they  sing  ?  — 
The  radiant  clouds  have  backward  rolled, 

And  ano-els  smite  the  string. 
"  Glory  to  God  ! ?'  — bright  wings 

Spread  glist'ning  and  afar, 
And  on  the  hallowed  rapture  rings 
From  circling  star  to  star. 


HIS   ADVENT.  147 

2  "  Glory  to  God  !  "   repeat 

The  glad  earth  and  the  sea ; 
And  every  wind  and  billow  fleet 

Bears  on  the  jubilee. 
Where  Hebrew  bard  hath  sung, 

Or  Hebrew  seer  hath  trod ; 
Each  holy  spot  has  found  a  tongue : 

'  <  Let  glory  be  to  God." 

3  Soft  swells  the  music  now 

Along  that  shining  choir, 
And  every  seraph  bends  his  brow 

And  breathes  above  his  lyre. 
What  words  of  heavenly  birth 

Thrill  deep  our  hearts  again, 
And  fall  like  dew-drops  to  the  earth  ? 

"  Peace  and  £ood-will  to  men  !  " 

o 

4  Soft !  —  yet  the  soul  is  bound 

With  rapture  like  a  chain  : 
Earth,  vocal,  whispers  them  around, 

And  heaven  repeats  the  strain. 
Sound,  harps,  and  hail  the  morn 

With  every  golden  string  ; 
For  unto  us  this  day  is  born 

A  Saviour  and  a  King  ! 

022  °-  M-  Patrick. 

Sfje  Itfatfbftg. 

"X^THILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 
y  T        night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground ; 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 


148  CHRIST. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  lie  —  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ; 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring, 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 

4  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph ;  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song  : 

6  "  All  o-lorv  be  to  God  on  hi^h, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good  will  henceforth  from  heaven  to  men, 
Begin,  and  never  cease  !" 

223  8's  &  7's  M.  Cawood. 

Song  of  tfje  &tijjcl3  of  33ett)lcfjcm. 

HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  th '  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  : 


TIlS   ADVENT.  149 

<c  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good- will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  : 
Souls  redeemed  and  sins  forgiven  :  — - 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises- sing ! 
O,  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King." 

5  Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 

Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
Spread  the  brightness  of  his  glory, 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 


224  7's  M-  Bowring. 

WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ;    - 
Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

Sec  that  glory-beaming  star. 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
Traveller  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2   Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  ; 
Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth, its  course  portends. 


150  CHRIST. 

"Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 

Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own, 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  ; 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home ; 
Traveller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

225  ll's  &  10's  M.  Heber. 

Star  of  ti)e  3£ast. 

BRIGHTEST  and   best  of  the  sons  of  the 
•  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  — the  horizon  adorning,  — 
Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  bend  o'er  him,  in  slumber  reclining,  — 
Monarch,  Redeemer,  Restorer  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  Ave  yield  him  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure ; 


TITS   ADVEXT.  151 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  —  the  horizon  adorning,  — 
Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

226  L- M-  H- K-  White- 

Star  of  33eri)Itf)cw. 

WHEN,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 
Hark  !  hark  !  —  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks,  — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  racing  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark,  — 
The  ocean  yawned  —  and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  5 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose,  — - 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now  safely  moored  —  my  perils  o'er, 

I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 


152  CHRIST. 

Forever  and  forevermore, 

The  Star  —  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

22'7  ^'  ^'     Adelaide  Procter. 

"©,  to  Ijabe  tftoclt  fn  3fotM)cm." 

OTO  have  dwelt  in  Bethlehem 
When  the  star  of  the  Lord  shone  bright ! 
To  have  sheltered  the  holy  wanderers 

On  that  blessed  Christmas  night ; 
To  have  bathed  the  tender  wayworn  feet 

Of  the  Mother  undefiled, 
And  with  reverent  wonder  and  deep  delight 
To  have  tended  the  Holy  Child  ! 

2  Hush  !  such  a  glory  was  not  for  thee  ; 

But  that  care  may  still  be  thine  ; 
For  are  there  not  little  ones  still  to  aid 

For  the  sake  of  the  Child  divine  ? 
Arc  there  no  wandering  Pilgrims  now 

To  thy  heart  and  thy  home  to  take  ? 
And  are  there  no  mothers  whose  weary  hearts 

You  can  comfort  for  Mary's  sake  ? 

228  7's  M*      Henry  0.  Leonard. 

SBJgmn  for  (Ejjrfstmas  febe. 

BELLS,  ring  out  with  cheerful  might ; 
Tapers,  burn  with  brilliant  flame  ; 
Organs,  play  glad  hymns  to-night ; 
Voices,  chant  with  loud  acclaim. 

2  Hands,  adorn  the  sacred  Avail ; 

Twine  the  wreath,  and  braid  the  vine  ; 
And  upraise  the  fir-tree  tall ; 

Minstrels,  sing  the  glowing  line. 


HIS  LIFE.  153 

3  For  the  blessed  eve  has  come, 

Star-lit,  bright  as  none  before ; 
Magi  seek  the  Saviour's  home ; 
Shepherds  find  his  humble  door. 

4  With  your  outward  rites  and  gifts, 

Let  the  heart  to  Christ  be  given ; 
For  the  heart  his  power  uplifts, 
Leading  it  to  truth  and  heaven. 

5  Offering  from  hand  or  lip, 

Like  the  ointment  Mary  poured, 
Meaneth  inward  fellowship 

With  the  Saviour,  Christ  the  Lord. 


HIS  LIFE. 

229  C.  M.  Exeter  Coll. 

£J)e  SSajjtfsm  of  Seaus. 

EE,  from  on  high,  a  light  divine 
On  Jesus'  head  descend  ! 
And  hear  the  sacred  voice  from  heaven 
That  bids  us  all  attend. 

2  "  This  is  my  well-beloved  Son," 
Proclaimed  the  voice  divine ; 

"  Hear  him,"  his  heavenly  Father  said, 
"  For  all  his  words  are  mine." 

3  His  mission  thus  confirmed  from  heaven, 
The  great  Messiah  came, 

And  heavenly  wisdom  showed  to  man 
In  God  his  Father's  name. 


154  CHRIST. 

4  The  path  of  heavenly  peace  he  showed 
That  leads  to  bliss  on  high ; 
Where  all  his  faithful  followers  here 
Shall  live,  no  more  to  die. 

OQQ  L.  M.  Bowring. 

$estts  jjreacJnna  t$e  (Gospel. 

HOW  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place  ! 

2  From  heaven  he  came  —  of  heaven  he  spoke  — 

To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 

Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest !  " 
Yes  !  sacred  teacher,  —  we  will  come  — 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest ! 

4  Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust! 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay  ! 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

22\  L-  M-  Baciie. 

"  (Sreatev  SLobeimtl)  ixo  putn  tijnu  tfjfs." 

"  QEE  how  he  loved  !  "  exclaimed  the  Jews, 
k3     As  tender  tears  from  Jesus  fell ; 
My  grateful  heart  the  thought  pursues, 
And  on  the  theme  delights  to  dwell. 


HIS  LIFE.  155 

2  See  how  he  loved,  who  travelled  on, 

Teaching  the  doctrine  from  the  skies  ; 
Who  bade  disease  and  pain  be  gone, 
And  called  the  sleeping  dead  to  rise. 

3  See  how  he  loved,  who  never  shrank 

From  toil  or  danger,  pain  or  death ; 
Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank, 
And  meekly  yielded  np  his  breath. 

4  Such  love  can  we  unmoved  survey? 

O,  may  our  breasts  with  ardor  glow, 
To  tread  his  steps,  his  laws  obey, 
And  thus  our  warm  affections  show. 

232  L.  M.  Butcher. 

J&fracles  of  ®J>tfot. 

^N  eyes  that  never  saw  the  day 

Christ  pours  the  bright  celestial  ray ; 
And  deafened  ears  by  him  unbound 
Catch  all  the  harmony  of  sound. 

2  Lameness  takes  up  its  bed,  and  goes 
Rejoicing  in  the  strength  that  flows 
Through  every  nerve  ;  and,  free  from  pain, 
Pours  forth  to  God  the  grateful  strain. 

3  The  shattered  mind  Ms  word  restores, 
And  tunes  afresh  the  mental  powers  ; 
The  dead  revive,  to  life  return, 

And  bid  affection  cease  to  mourn. 

4  Canst  thou,  my  soul,  these  wonders  trace, 
And  not  admire  Jehovah's  grace  ? 


156  CHRIST. 

Canst  thou  behold  thy  Prophet's  power, 
And  not  the  God  he  served  adore  ? 


H' 


900  7's  M.  Bulfincii. 

«£jje  CSrotfta  to&fcjj  K  tro  tear  toftness  of  $U." 

OLY  Son  of  God  most  high  : 
Clothed  in  heavenly  majesty, 
Many  a  miracle  and  sign, 
In  thy  Father's  name  divine, 
Manifested  forth  thy  might 
In  the  chosen  people's  sight. 

2  But,  O  Saviour !  not  alone 
Thus  thy  glory  was  made  known ; 
With  the  mourner  thou  didst  grieve, 
Every  human  want  relieve  ; 
Far  thy  matchless  power  above 
Stands  the  witness  of  thy  love. 

3  Thou,  who  by  the  open  grave, 
Ere  thy  voice  was  raised  to  save, 
Didst  with  those  fond  sisters  shed 
Tears  above  the  faithful  dead ; 
Even  thy  word  of  might  appears 
Less  resistless  than  thy  tears. 

4  Lord,  it  is  not  ours  to  gaze 
On  thy  works  of  ancient  days  ; 
But  thy  love,  unchanged  and  bright, 
More  than  all  those  works  of  might, 
More  than  miracle  or  sign, 
Makes  us  ever,  ever  thine.      ■ 


HIS   LIFE.  157 

234  L.  M.  Eussell. 

♦«  STfjat  ge  tljroufllj  Jus  ^obertj)  mf{$t  fce  3&fcf)." 

iN  the  dark  wave  of  Galilee 

The  gloom  of  twilight  gathers  fast, 
And  o'er  the  waters  drearily 

Descends  the  fitful  evening  blast. 

2  The  weary  bird  hath  left  the  air, 

And  sunk  into  his  sheltered  riest ;  j 

The  wandermg  beast  has  sought  his  lair, 
And  laid  him  down  to  welcome  rest. 

3  Still,  near  the  lake,  with  weary  tread, 

Lingers  a  form  of  human  kind ; 
And  on  his  lone,  unsheltered  head, 

Flows  the  chill  night-damp  of  the  wind. 

4  Why  seeks  he  not  a  home  of  rest  ? 

Why  seeks  he  not  a  pillowed  bed  ? 
Beasts  have  their  dens,  the  bird  its  nest : 
He  hath  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

5  Such  was  the  lot  he  freely  chose, 

To  bless,  to  save  the  human  race  ; 
And  through  Ins  poverty  there  flows 
A  rich,  full  stream  of  heavenly  grace. 

235  L.  M.  Heber. 
8Ef>e  ^otg  (Suest. 

MESSIAH  Lord  !  who,  wont  to  dwell 
In  lowly  shape  and  cottage  cell, 
Didst  not  refuse  a  guest  to  be 
At  Cana's  poor  festivity. 


158  CHRIST. 

2  0,when  our  soul  from  care  is  free, 
Then,  Saviour,  would  we  think  on  thee; 
And,  seated  at  the  festal  board, 

In  fancy's  eye  behold  the  Lord. 

3  Then  may  we  seem,  in  fancy's  ear, 
Tjry  manna-dropping  tongue  to  hear, 
And  think,  — "  If  now  his  searching  view 
Each  secret  of  our  spirit  knew  !  " 

4  So  may  such  joy,  chastised  and  pure, 
Beyond  the  bounds  of  earth  endure  ; 
Nor  pleasure  in  the  wounded  mind 
Shall  leave  a  rankling  sting  behind. 


23  g  C.  M.  Bulfinch. 

<£I)rfst  toalftftijj  on  tfje  Sea. 

LORD,  in  whose  might  the  Saviour  trod 
The  dark  and  stormy  wave  ; 
And  trusted  in  his  Father's  arm, 
Omnipotent  to  save ; 

2  When  darkly  round  our  footsteps  rise 

The  floods  and  storms  of  life  ; 
Send  thou  thy  Spirit  down  to  still 
The  dark  and  fearful  strife. 

3  Strong  in  our  trust,  on  thee  reposed, 

The  ocean-path  we  '11  dare  ; 
Though  waves  around  us  rage  and  foam, 
Since  thou  art  present  there. 


HIS   LIFE.  159 

237  G*  M*  Mk8,  Hemans- 

«$eace!  &e  still  I" 

FEAR  was  within  the  tossing  bark, 
When  stormy  winds  grew  loud ; 
And  waves  came  rolling  high  and  dark, 
And  the  tall  mast  was  bowed. 

2  And  men  stood  breathless  in  their  dread, 

And  baffled  in  their  skill — 
But  One  there  was  who  rose  and  said 
To  the  wild  sea,  "  Be  still !  " 

3  Thou  that  didst  rule  that  angry  hour, 

And  tame  the  tempest's  mood  — 
Oh  !  send  thy  Spirit  forth  in  power, 
O'er  our  dark  souls  to  brood  ! 

4  Thou  that  didst  bow  the  billow's  pride, 

Thy  mandates  to  fulfil  — 
Speak,  speak  to  passion's  raging  tide, 
Speak  and  say,  — ' '  Peace  !  be  still ! " 


238  ^'  M*  Lyka  Domestica. 

4t§xi8V8  SLotxelmess. 

BIRDS  have  their  quiet  nest, 
Foxes  their  holes,  and  man  his  peaceful 
bed; 
All  creatures  have  their  rest, 
But  Jesus  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

2  And  yet  he  came  to  give 

The  weary  and  the  heavy-laden  rest, 


160  CHRIST. 

To  bid  the  sinner  live 

And  soothe  our  griefs  to  slumber  on  his  breast. 

3  Come,  give  me  rest,  and  take 

The  only  rest  on  earth  thou  lovest,  within 

A  heart,  that  for  thy  sake 

Lies  bleeding,  broken,  penitent  for  sin. 

239  L.    M.  MlLMiN. 

©fcrtet**  2Sntra>  fnto  Jerusalem. 

RIDE  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
Hark  !  all  the  tribes  hosannas  cry  ! 
Thy  humble  beast  pursues  Ms  road, 
With  palms  and  scattered  garments  strowed. 

2  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die  ! 

O  Christ !  thy  triumphs  now  begin, 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 

Look  down  with  sad  and  wondering  eyes, 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 

4  Eide  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh  ; 
The  Father  on  his  sapphire  throne 
Expects  his  own  anointed  Son  ! 

240  ?-  -M-*  Ephraim  Sykus. 
3palm  SutrtJan. 

HE  calls  us  to  a  day  of  gladness, 
Who  came  to  us,  the  King's  own  Son ; 


HIS  LIFE.  161 

Go  forth  with  boughs  of  palm  to  meet  him, 
And  him  with  loud  hosannas  own. 

2  Praise  him  who  once  himself  did  humble, 

In  love  to  save  our  human  race  ; 
Praise  him  who  all  the  world  doth  gladden 
With  God  his  Father's  boundless  grace. 

3  This  day  of  joy  to  all  creation 

My  happy  soul  shall  have  her  psalm, 
And  bear  her  branches  of  thanksgiving 
As  those  bore  branches  once  of  palm. 

4  Let  every  village,  every  city 

In  happy  tumult  sing  his  name, 
Since  even  infant  lips  are  shouting 

"  Blessed  is  he,  the  Kins;  who  came  !" 


241  7?s  ^"       Thomas  Campbell, 

•jltftice  of  33eace. 

OZION !  lift  thy  raptured  eye, 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh ; 
The  joys  of  Nature  rise  again  — - 
The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign  ! 

2  See,  Mercy,  from  her  golden  nrn, 
Pours  a  glad  stream  to  them  that  mourn  % 
Behold,  she  binds,  with  tender  care. 
The  bleeding  bosom  of  despair. 

3  He  comes  —  he  cheers  the  trembling  heart  — 
Night  and  her  spectres  pale  depart : 
Again,  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom  —     ■ 
Again,  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom  ! 


1G2  CHEIST. 

4  O  Zion  !  lift  thy  raptured  eye, 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh  — 
The  joys  of  Nature  rise  again  — 
The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign  ! 

242  -k.  M.  Montgomery. 

2£fs  Submission. 

LORD  !  in  thy  garden  agony, 
No  light  seemed  on  thy  soul  to  break, 
No  form  of  seraph  lingered  nigh, 

Nor  yet  the  voice  of  comfort  spake,  — 

2  Till,  by  thy  own  triumphant  word, 

The  victory  over  ill  was  won ; 
Till  the  sweet,  mournful  cry  was  heard, 
"  Thy  will,  O  God,  not  mine,  be  done  !  " 

3  Lord,  bring  these  precious  moments  back, 

^VTien,  fainting,  against  sin  we  strain ; 
Or  in  thy  counsels  fail  to  track 

Aught  but  the  present  grief  and  pain. 

4  In  weakness,  help  us  to  contend ; 

In  darkness  yield  to  God  our  will ; 
And  true  hearts,  faithful  to  the  end, 
Cheer  by  thy  holy  angels  still ! 


HIS  SUFFERINGS  AKD  DEATH. 

243  L.  M.  Gaskell. 

Christ  tfje  Sufferer. 

!  ARK  were  the  paths  our  Master  trod 
Yet  never  failed  his  trust  in  God ; 


D 


inS  SUFFERINGS  AND  DEATH.      163 

Cruel  and  fierce  the  wrongs  he  bore, 
Yet  he  but  felt  for  man  the  more. 

2  Unto  the  cross  in  faith  he  went, 
His  Father's  willing  instrument ; 
Upon  the  cross  his  prayer  arose 
In  pity  for  his  ruthless  foes. 

<3  O,  may  we  all  his  kindred  be, 
By  holy  love  and  sympathy ;  ■ 
Still  loving  man  through  every  ill, 
And  trusting  in  our  Father  s  will ! 

244  -k*  ^'  Lyra  Cath. 

€$rfst  ©rucff  efc. 

HAVE  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  him, 
While  soldiers  scofr  and  Jews  deride  ? 
Ah  !  look  how  patiently  he  hangs  -— 
Jesus,  our  love5  is  crucified ! 

2  What  was  thy  crime,  my  dearest  Lord? 

By  earth,  by  heaven,  thou  hast  been  tried, 
And  guilty  found  of  too  much  love ; 
Jesus,  our  love,  is  crucified ! 

3  Found  guilty  of  excess  of  love, 

It  was  thine  own  sweet  will  that  tied 
Thee  tighter  far  than  helpless  nails ; 
Jesus,  our  love,  is  crucified ! 

4  O  break,  O  break,  hard  heart  of  mine ! 

Thy  weak  self-love  and  guilty  pride 
His  Pilate  and  his  Judas  were ; 
Jesus,  our  love,  is  crucified  ! 


164  CHRIST, 

5  A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears  — 
Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied , 
A  broken  heart  love's  cradle  is  ; 
Jesus,  our  love,  is  crucified  I 

945  L.  M.  Stennett. 

©fjrfst  Suffering  on  tfje  Cross. 

"rp  IS  finished  !  "  —  So  the  Saviour  cried, 
X    And  meekly-  bowed  his  head  and  died ; 
"  T  is  finished  I  " —  yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  "  T  is  finished  !  "  —  all  that  heaven  foretold 
By  prophets  in  the  days  of  old  ; 

And  truths  are  opened  to  our  view, 
That  kings  and  prophets  never  knew. 

3  "  'T  is  finished  !  " —  Son  of  God,  thy  power 
Hath  triumphed  in  this  awful  hour ; 

And  yet  our  eyes  with  sorrow  see 
That  life  to  us  was  death  to  thee. 

4  "  'T  is  finished  !  " — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  ; 
"  'T  is  finished"!  "  —  let  the  triumph  rise, 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  sides. 


O/ifJ  7s  M.  61.  Montgomery. 

Hrample  fn  Suff erinn. 

^  O  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  temptation's  power ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see  ; 
Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour  : 


G' 


HIS   SUFFERINGS    AND   DEATH.  165 

Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away  ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall ; 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned  s 
O,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 
•  O,  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained ! 

Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  elimb  ; 

There,  admiring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete : 
* l  It  is  finished,"  hear  him  cry ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb 

Where  they  lay  his  breathless  clay ; 
All  in  solitude  and  gloom  : 

Who  has  taken  him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen ;  he  meets  our  eyes  : 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise  ! 

247  8  &  Va  M.  W.  J.  Fox. 

Stafcat  J&ater. 

JEWS  were  wrought  to  cruel  madness, 
Christians  fled  in  tears  and  sadness, 
Mary  stood  the  cross  beside ; 
At  its  foot,  her  foot  she  planted, 
By  the  dreadful  scene  undaunted. 

Till  the  gentle  sufPrer  died. 
Poets  oft  have  sung  her  story, 
Painters  decked  her  brow  with  glory, 
Priests  her  name  have  deified. 


166  CHRIST. 

2  But  no  worship,  song,  or  glory 
Touches  like  the  simple  story, 

Mary  stood  the  cross  beside  ! 
And  when  under  fierce  oppression, 
Goodness  suffers  like  transgression, 

Christ  a«;ain  is  crucified. 
But  if  love  be  there,  true-hearted, 
By  no  grief  or  terror  parted, 

Mary  stands  the  cross  beside. 


248  8  &  7's  M-  Bowrin©, 

(Klorgms  fix  t!)e  dross. 

IN  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  overtake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me  ; 
Lo  I   it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 


HIS   SUFFERINGS   AND   DEATH.  167 

249  8  &  7's  M.  Lyra.  Cath. 
^t  t\)t  ©toss. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend : 
Here  alone  I  find  my  heaven, 

Humbly  on  the  Lamb  to  gaze ;  : 

Feel  how  much  has  been  forgiven, 
To  his  own  eternal  praise  ! 

2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

Here  I  '11  spend  my  latest  breath ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death : 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need,  to  Jesus  go, 
Prove  each  day  his  wounds  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  deeply  know  ! 

250  7's  M-  Neale. 
SszlUSbuzxtiizz. 

EVERY  bird  that  upward  springs 
Bears  the  cross  upon  his  wings ; 
We  without  it  cannot  rise 
Upward  to  our  native  skies. 

2  Every  ship  that  meets  the  waves 
By  the  cross  their  fury  braves ; 
We,  on  life's  wide  ocean  tossed, 
If  we  have  it  not  are  lost. 

3  Hope  it  gives  us  when  distrest, 
When  we  faint  it  gives  us  rest ; 


168  CHRIST. 

Satan's  craft,  and  Satan's  might? 
By  the  cross  are  put  to  flight. 

4  That  from  sin  earth  might  be  free, 
Jesus  bore  it ;  so  must  we ; 
Ne'er  through  faintness  lay  it  down  : 
First  the  cross,  and  then  the  crown  ! 


251  C.  M.  Harris, 

St)c  €ross  on  t$e  Sjifte. 

BOVE  the  temple's  lifted  spire 
The  cross  of  Christ  we  see  : 
It  bids  our  spirits,  Lord  !  aspire 
Through  faith  and  love  to  thee. 


A1 


2  The  flowers  that  blossom  at  its  feet, 

They  tell  us  of  the  just, 
Whose  souls  in  heaven  are  pure  and  sweefe. 
Though  here  their  forms  are  dust. 

3  The  graves  below  in  shadow  lie, 

While  day  or  night  declines  ; 
The  cross  of  Christ,  uplifted  high, 
In  light  forever  shines. 

4  Help  us,  O  Lord  !  in  grief  and  loss, 

With  vision  fixed  above, 
To  see,  o'er  that  memorial  cross, 
The  Angel  of  thy  Love. 

5  Help  us  to  suffer  and  forgive 

Beneath  thy  pitying  eye ; 
In  thee  to  glory  while  we  live, 
And  triumph  when  we  die. 


HIS   RESURRECTION   AND    GLORY.  169 

HIS  RESURRECTION  AND  GLORY. 


252  7's  M.  Collyer. 

&esurrectfon  of  (£f)rfst. 

OKNINGr  breaks  upon  the  tomb  ; 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom ; 
Day  of  triumph  !    through  the  skies, 
See  the  olorious  Saviour  rise. 


M' 


2  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

3  Christian,  dry  your  flowing  tears  ; 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears  : 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 


253  7's  M.  Gibbons. 

2Eije  Sabfour's  Resurrection. 

ISTGrELS,  roll  the  rock  away; 

Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  : 
See  !  he  rises  from  the  tomb  — 
Rises  with  immortal  bloom. 


A1 


2  'Tis  the  Saviour;  seraphs,  raise 
Your  triumphant  shouts  of  praise ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3  Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs, 
Praise  him  with  your  golden  lyres  ; 


170  CHRIST. 

Praise  him  in  your  noblest  songs  ; 
Praise  him  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 


254  7's  M.  Anonymous 

3&csurrcctfott  of  €5rf0t. 

CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day 9 
Our  triumphant,  holy  day  : 
He  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

2  Lo  !    he  rises,  mighty  King  ! 
Where,  O  death  !  is  now  thy  sting? 
Lo  !  he  claims  his  native  sky  ! 
Grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

3  Sinners,  see  your  ransom  paid, 
Peace  with  God,  forever  made  : 
With  your  risen  Saviour  rise  : 
Claim  with  him  the  purchased  skies. 

4  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy  day  ; 
Loud  the  song  of  victory  raise ; 
Shout  the  great  Redeemer's  praise. 


255  P.  M.  H.  Ware. 

LIFT  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  cannot  die. 
Vain  were  the  terrors  that  gathered  around  him, 
And  short  the  dominion  of  death  and  the  grave  ; 


HIS   RESURRECTION   AND   GLORY.  171 

He  burst  from  the  fetters  of  darkness  that  bound 

him, 
Resplendent  in  glory,  to  live  and  to  save. 
Loud  was  the  chorus  of  angels  on  high, — 
"  The  Saviour  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not 
die." 

2  Glory  to  God,  in  full  anthems  of  joy ; 

The  being  he  gave  us  death  cannot  destroy. 
Sad  were  the  life  we  must  part  with  to-morrow, 
If  tears  were  our  birthright,  and  death  were  our 

end; 
But  Jesus  hath  cheered  the  dark  valley  of  sorrow, 
And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  ascend. 
Lift,  then,  your  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not  die. 


256  7's  M.  Madan. 

4t$xizVu  S&esurreciforc. 

HAIL  the  day  that  sees  him  rise, 
Glorious,  to  his  native  skies ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  gates  of  heaven. 

2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits ; 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Christ  hath  vanquished  death  and  sin ; 
Take  the  king  of  glory  in. 

3  See,  the  heaven  our  Lord  receives  ! 
Yet  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves : 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own. 


172  CHRIST. 

4  What,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
Far  above  yon  starry  height ; 
Thither  our  affections  rise, 
Following  him  beyond  the  sides. 


257  C*    M*  SCHMOLK. 

SEaster. 

"YljTE  die  with  thee  ;  O,  let  us  live 

T  t        Henceforth  to  thee  aright ; 
The  blessings  thou  hast  died  to  give, 
Be  daily  in  our  sight. 

2  Fearless  we  lay  us  in  the  tomb, 

And  sleep  the  night  away, 
If  thou  art  there  to  break  the  gloom, 
And  call  us  back  to  day. 

3  Death  hurts  us  not ;  his  power  is  gone, 

And  pointless  all  his  darts  ; 
God's  favor  now  on  us  hath  shone, 
Joy  filleth  all  our  hearts. 


258  1's  &  8's  M-  Luther. 

Hastcr. 

IN  the  bonds  of  death  he  lay, 
Who  for  our  offence  was  slain, 
But  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day ; 

Christ  hath  brought  us  life  again. 
Wherefore  let  us  all  rejoice, 
Singing  loud  with  cheerful  voice 

Hallelujah ! 


HIS  RESUREEOTION   AND   GLORY.  173 

2  Let  us  keep  high  festival, 

On  this  most  blessed  clay  of  days, 
When  God  his  mercy  showed  to  all ! 

Our  Sun  is  risen  with  brightest  rays. 
And  our  dark  hearts  rejoice  to  see 
Sin  and  night  before  him  nee. 

Hallelujah ! 

259  6's  &  8's  M.  Anonymous. 

€Jmst  asccntt^.     - 

PIPHOU  art  gone  up  on  high 
J-      To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
And  round  thy  throne  unceasingly 

The  songs  of  praise  arise. 
But  we  are  lingering  here 

With  sin  and  care  oppressed ; 
Lord  !  send  thy  promised  Comforter  s 

And  lead  us  to  thy  rest. 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  ! 

But  thou  didst  first  come  down, 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  misery 

To  pass  unto  thy  crown : 
And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 

Our  onward  course  must  be ; 
But  only  let  that  path  of  tears 

Lead  us,  at  last,  to  thee ! 

2gQ  C.  M.  Kelly. 

mjxinVti  2£):altatfoTi. 

THE  head  that  once   was   crowned  with 
thorns 
Is  crowned  with  glory  now ; 


174  CHRIST. 

A  royal  diadem  adorns 
The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above9 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 
And  grants  his  name  to  know. 

3  To  them,  the  cross  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given  ; 
Their  name,  an  everlasting  name, 
Their  joy  —  the  joy  of  heaven. 

261  ?'s  M.  (  Louisa,.  Electress  of 

">  Brandenburg,  lG&k 

"Xfcitoto  t&at  mi>  ^UTiecmcr  IfbctV 

JESUS,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
Christ,  my  trust,  is  dead  no  more  ; 
In  the  strength  this  knowledge  gives 
Shall  not  all  my  fears  be  o'er  ? 

2  Close  to  him  my  soul  is  bound 

In  the  bonds  of  hope  enclasped  ; 
Faith's  strong  hand  this  hold  hath  found, 
And  the  rock  hath  firmly  grasped. 

3  Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  his  life  I  once  shall  see : 
Bright  the  hope  this  promise  gives, 
Where  he  is  I,  too,  shall  be. 

9g<2  !*•  M.  Anonymous. 

**jfl£e  eber  IfbctT}." 

I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  — 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 


HIS  RESURRECTION  AND  GLORY.     175 

He  lives,  lie  lives,  who  once  was  dead; 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head  ! 

2  He  lives,  to  bless  me  with  his  love ; 
He  lives,  to  plead  for  me  above  ; 
He  lives,  my  hungry  soul  to  feed ; 
He  lives,  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

8  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death; 
He  lives,  my  mansion  to  prepare  ; 
He  lives,  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

4  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name ; 
He  lives,  my  Saviour  still  the  same  5 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives ,— 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ! 


263  c-  M-  Mrs-  Steele, 

<&$xi$Vii  2^>*aItatfon. 

"OW  with  eternal  glory  crowned  9 
Our  Lord,  the  conqueror  reigns  ; 
His  praise  the  heavenly  choirs  resound, 
In  their  immortal  strains. 


N" 


2  Amid  the  splendors  of  his  throne, 

Unchanging  love  appears ; 
The  names  he  purchased  for  his  own 
Still  on  his  heart  he  bears. 

3  0,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store ; 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine  3 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 


176  CHRIST. 

4  On  thee  alone,  my  hope  relies  ; 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All. 


L 


264  8's  &  7's  M.  7  1.    Adam  of  St.  Victor. 

12th  Century. 

J&arg  at  t&e  2Tomb. 

AY  aside  thy  mourning,  Mary, 
Weep  no  longer,  Magdalen  ! 
This  is  not  the  feast  of  Simon, 

Tears  became  thy  true  heart  then. 
Thousand  causes  here  of  gladness, 
Thousand  !  and  not  one  of  sadness  ! 
Let  thine  Alleluia  rise  ! 

Lift  thy  voice  rejoicing,  Mary, 
Christ  has  risen  from  the  tomb  ; 

Sad  the  scene  he  passed  thro'  lately, 
Now  a  victor  he  is  come. 

Whom  thy  tears  in  death  were  mourning 

Welcome  with  thy  smiles  returning, 
Let  thine  Alleluia  rise  ! 

Life  is  thine  forever,  Mary, 

For  thy  light  is  come  again ; 
And  the  strength  of  death  is  broken , 

Tides  of  joy  fill  every  vein. 
Far  hath  fled  the  nio;ht  of  sorrow. 
Love  hath  brought  the  blessed  morrow, 
.  Let  thine  Alleluia  rise  ! 


SIS   RESURRECTION  AND  GLORI .  177 

2g5  C.  M.  Eabbr. 

Pentecost 

NO  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky, 
No  footprints  on  the  air  : 
Jesus  hath  gone  ;  the  face  of  earth 
Is  desolate  and  bare. 

2  That  Upper  Eoom  is  heaven  on  earth ; 

Within  its  precincts  lie 
All  that  earth  has  of  faith,  or  hope, 
Or  heaven-born  charity. 

3  He  comes  !  He  comes  !  that  mighty  breath 

From  the  eternal  shores  ; 
His  uncreated  freshness  fills 
His  church  as  it  adores  ! 

4  One  moment  —  and  the  Spirit  hung 

O'er  all  with  dread  desire  ; 
Then  broke  upon  the  heads  of  all 
In  cloven  tongues  of  fire. 

2QQ  L.  M.  H.  Ballott. 

TEACH  us  to  feel  as  Jesus  prayed, 
When  on  the  cross  he  bleeding  hung ; 
When  all  his  foes  their  wrath  displayed, 
And  with  their  spite  his  bosom  stung. 

2  Till  death,  he  loved  his  foes,  and  said, 

"  Father,  forgive," — then  groaned  and  died ; 
And  when  arisen  from  the  dead, 
His  mercy  to  their  souls  applied. 


178  CHRIST. 

3  For  such  a  heart  and  such  a  love, 

O  Lord,  we  raise  our  prayer  to  thee ; 
O  pour  thy  spirit  from  above, 

That  we  may  like  our  Saviour  be. 


HIS  OFFICES  AND  PRAISE. 

267  L.  M.  Tennyson. 
Strong  .Son  of  @fott. 

STRONG  Son  of  God,  immortal  Love, 
Whom  we,  that  have  not  seen  thy  face, 
By  faith,  and  faith  alone,  embrace, 
Believing  where  we  cannot  prove  ! 

2  Thou  seemest  human  and  divine, 

The  highest,  holiest  manhood,  thou  : 
Our  wills  are  ours,  we  know  not  how; 
Our  wills  are  ours,  to  make  them  thine. 

3  Our  little  systems  have  their  day ; 

They  have  their  day  and  cease  to  be ; 
They  are  but  broken  lights  of  thee, 
And  thou,  O  Lord,  art  more  than  they. 

268  L-  M-  Mason. 
fitye  Emaflc  of  t&e  tnbfsfole  @fo"0. 

npHOU,  Lord  !  by  mortal  eyes  unseen, 
-i-      And  by  thine  offspring  here  unknown, 
To  manifest  thyself  to  men, 

Hast  set  thine  image  in  thy  Son. 

2  Though  Jews,  who  granted  not  his  claim, 
Contemptuous  turned  away  then-  face, 


HIS   OFFICES    AND   PftAISE.  179 

Yet  those  who  trusted  in  his  name 
Beheld  in  him  thy  truth  and  grace. 

3  O  thou  !  at  whose  almighty  word 

Fair  light  at  first  from  darkness  shone, 
Teach  us  to  know  our  glorious  Lord, 
And  trace  the  Father  in  the  Son. 

4  While  we,  thine  image  there  displayed, 

With  love  and  admiration  view, 
Form  us  in  likeness  to  our  Head, 
That  we  may  bear  thine  image  too. 

QQQ  Peculiar  M.  Krummaciikr. 

YES  !  our  Shepherd  leads  with  gentle  hand 
Through  the  dark  pilgrim-land, 
His  flock,  so  dearly  bought, 
So  long  and  fondly  sought. 

Hallelujah  ! 

2  When  in  clouds  and  mists  the  weak  ones  stray, 

He  shows  again  the  way, 
And  points  to  them  afar 
A  bright  and  guiding  Star. 

Hallelujah  ! 

3  Thro'  the   parched  dreary  desert  he  will  guide 

To  the  green  fountain-side  : 
Through  the  dark,  stormy  night, 
To  a  calm  land  of  light. 

Hallelujah ! 

4  Yes  !  his  ' '  little  flock"  are  ne'er  forgot ; 

His  mercy  changes  not. 


180  CHRIST. 

Our  home  is  safe  above, 
Within  his  arms  of  love. 

Hallelujah  I 

270  7'b  m-  0-  Wesley. 
Suit  of  fofflfrteoiumess. 

C HEIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night ; 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near, 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see ; 
Till  thy  inward  light  impart 

Warmth  and  gladness  to  my  heart. 

3  Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine; 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me,  radiant  Sun  divine  ; 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief; 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 

Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

271  L.  M.  Watts. 
©orn£r*«Stone. 

LO,  what  a  precious  Corner-Stone 
The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse  ! 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
And  blessed  the  Gentiles  with  the  Jews. 


HIS   OFFICES  AKD   PEAISE.    '  181 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ! 

This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine,  — 

The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise. 

3  Sinners,  rejoice,  and, saints,  be  glad; 

Hosanna  !  let  his  name  be  blest ; 
A  thousand  honors  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  rest. 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  sinful  race ; 
Let  all  on  earth  address  their  King, 
With  hearts  of  joy  and  songs  of  praise. 


272  7's  M.  Topladt. 

3&ocfc  of  &ujes. 

ROCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless  look  to  thee  for  grace ; 
Sinful,  to  thy  fountain  fly; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die  I 


182  CHRIST. 


273  c-  M*  Anonymous. 

Sfje  ©STag,  tljc  Evutf),  t|)c  3Life. 

IHOU  art  the  way  ;  —  to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  in  thee. 


T 


2  Thou  art  the  truth  ;  —  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  instruct  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  life  ;  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm ; 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee, 
Not  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life ;  — 

Grant  us  to  know  that  way, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Which  leads  to  endless  day. 

274  8  &  7's  M.  6  1.  Newton. 

Sesus  t!)c  SfxicrCa  of  Sill. 

(NE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end ; 
They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 


HIS   OFFICES    AND   PRAISE.  183 

But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God ; 
This  was  boundless  love  indeed, 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  in  need  ! 

O  for  grace,  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above ; 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  Ave  ought. 


9*Tg  7's  M.  Wesley. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  0,my  Saviour, hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past, 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 
0,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuse  have  I  none  — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  oh !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me ; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


184  CHRIST. 


276  8&7'sM.  Harris. 

3Jesus  Sobes  i&e. 

^FT,  when  storms  of  pain  are  rolling, 
And  I  cross  the  fiery  sea, 
Comes  a  voice,  my  heart  consoling, 
"  Jesus  loves  me,  even  me  !" 


o 


2  When  I  sink,  oppressed  with  anguish, 

Comes  that  voice  along  the  sea, 
Quickening  all  the  powers  that  languish, 
"  Jesus  loves  me,  even  me  ! 

3  Faith  reveals  her  starlit  heaven ; 

Gentlest  music  lulls  the  sea  : 
Vails  that  hide  the  Lord  are  riven ; 
"  Jesus  loves  me,  even  me  !  " 

4  Life  is  near,  and  earth  is  fleeting ; 

Soon,  beyond  the  stormy  sea, 

I  shall  wake,  in  bliss,  repeating, 

"  Jesus  loves  me,  even  me  !  " 

277  7's  M.  H.  C.  Leonard. 

•«  2Tf)e  2Lor*0  is  wg  <Sf)e$)<rrS." 

SHEPHEKD  of  the  holy  hills, 
We,  thy  lambs,  with  tender  feet, 
Follow  thee  beside  the  rills, 

And  through  pastures  green  and  sweet. 

2  Thou  dost  hear  us  when  we  cry ; 
Thou  dost  watch  us  when  alone  : 
When  we  faint,  thou  drawest  nigh, 
Soothing  us  with  winning  tone. 


HIS    OFFICES   AND   PRAISE.  185 


8  Tims,  through  all  our  earthly  day,- 
Be  our  guard  and  only  guide  ; 
Keep  us  from  the  evil  way ; 
Keep  us  ever  by  thy  side. 


4  And,  when  fall  the  shades  of  night 
On  the  path  we  tread  below, 
Take  us  to  the  fields  of  light, 
Where  the  living  waters  flow. 

278  s-  M-  Steele. 
©itr  «Sf)q$etf)r. 

WHILE  my  Redeemer  's  near, 
My  Shepherd  and  my  Guide, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear  : 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  To  ever-fragrant  meads, 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 

And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 
And  guard  me  with  thy  watchful  eye, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

279  0.  M.  Doddridge. 

ffijie  Gentle  Stiepjietfr. 

EE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 
With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 


186  CHRIST. 

2  Permit  them  to  approach,  he  cries, 

Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 
For  't  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

3  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear  ; 

Ye  children,  seek  his  face  ; 
And  fly  with  transport  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 


O§0  C.  M.  Litchfield's  Coli*. 

£Ije  <S5c$)crt  of  i\)z  ffolti. 

THERE  is  a  little  lonely  fold, 
Whose  flock  one  Shepherd  keeps, 
Through  summer's  heat  and  winter's  cold, 
With  eye  that  never  sleeps. 

2  By  evil  beast,  or  burning  sky, 

Or  damp  of  midnight  air, 
Not  one  in  all  that  flock  shall  die 
Beneath  that  Shepherd's  care. 

3  For  if,  unheeding  or  beguiled, 

In  danger's  path  they  roam, 
His  pity  follows  through  the  wild, 
And  guards  them  safely  home. 

4  O  gentle  Shepherd,  still  behold 

Thy  helpless  charge  in  me ; 
And  take  a  wanderer  to  thy  fold, 
Who  trembling  turns  to  thee. 


HIS    OFFICES    AND  PRAISE.  187 

281  G-  M-  Watts. 

Our  2$fr$  priest. 

ITH  jo j  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above  : 
His  heart  is  full  of  tenderness  ; 
His  bosom  glows  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ;    . 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And.  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power  ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  each  distressing  hour. 

282  H.  M.  Watts, 
$ro$)et  atifc  jBtftifl. 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
Or  angels  ever  bore  : 


All  are  too  mean 
To  speak  his  worth. 


Too  mean  to  set 
The  Saviour  forth. 


2  Great  prophet  of  our  God, 

Our  tongues  shall  bless  thy  name , 


188  CHRIST. 

By  tliee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came,  — 


The  joyful  news 
Of  sins  forgiven, 


Of  death  subdued, 
And  peace  with  heaven. 


3  O  thou  Almighty  Lord, 

Our  conqueror  and  our  king, 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 
Thy  reigning  grace,  we  sing  : 


Thine  is  the  power  ; 
O  make  us  sit 


In  willing  bonds, 
Low  at  thy  feet. 


283  7's  M-  Kelly. 

©ur  Hfnjj. 

GLORY,  glory  to  our  King  ! 
Crowns  unfading  wreathe  his  head  ; 
Jesus  is  the  name  we  sing  — 
Jesus,  risen  from  the  dead  ; 
Jesus,  conqueror  o'er  the  grave  ; 
Jesus,  mighty  now  to  save. 

2  Now  behold  him  high  enthroned, 
Glory  beaming  from  his  face, 
By  adoring  angels  owned, 
God  of  holiness  and  grace  : 
O  for  hearts  and  tongues  to  sin2r. 
Glory,  glory,  to  our  King  ! 


284  L-  M-  s-  Stbeetee. 

©ur  3Hfng. 

King  shall  reign  in  righteousness, 
And  all  the  kindred  nations  bless  ; 


A 


HIS    OFFICES   AND  PRAISE.  189 

He's  King  of  Salem,  King  of  peace, 
]STor  shall  his  spreading  kingdom  cease. 

2  In  him  the  naked  soul  shall  find 

A  hiding-place  from  chilling  wind ; 
Or,  when  the  raging  tempests  beat, 
A  covert  warm,  a  safe  retreat. 

3  In  burning  sands  and  thirsty  ground, 
He  like  a  river  shall  be  found,    . 

Or  lofty  rock,  beneath  whose  shade 
The  weary  traveller  rests  his  head. 

4  The  dimness  gone,  all  eyes  shall  see 
His  glory,  grace,  and  majesty ; 

All  ears  shall  hearken,  and  the  word 
Of  life  receive,  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

285  °-  M-  Duncan. 

SLortr  of&U. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem,  • 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


190  CHRIST. 

4  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


9gg  0.  M.  CowrEE. 

&  jFountain  ojjene'Q. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away  ! 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song 

I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


HIS   OFFICES   AND  PRAISE.  191 

287  L*  M*  DODDKIDGE. 

2&tiocfcmg  at  tjje  Boor. 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 
He  gently  knocks  —  has  knocked  before ; 
Has  waited  long  —  is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O  lovely  attitude  !  —  he  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ; 
O  matchless  kindness  !  —  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

3  Rise  —  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine,  — 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin,  — 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

288  L.  M.  Medley. 

praise  for  fns  3iobfti£  2&uiTmess. 

"WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise : 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  — 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  dead  in  sin  and  thrall, 
Yet  loved'  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  — 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  great ! 

3  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  — 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  good  ! 


192  CHRIST. 

4  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
0,may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

289  C-  M-  Watts. 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
My  dear  Kecleemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  Lord  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease,  — 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  speaks,  and,  listening  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

4  Hear  him,  ye  deaf:  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosened  tongues  employ  : 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 


9,90  7s  ^*  Anonymous 

Salbatfon  In>  ivctreciufntj  2-obe. 

"OW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sin  2:  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  : 
Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 


N' 


his  offices  a:nd  praise.  193 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
'  Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 

As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Welcome,  all  by  sin  oppressed, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

4  When  his  spirit  leads  us  home, 
When  we  to  his  glory  come, 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove 
Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 

291  C.  P.  M:  Medley. 

SSrxelUtics  of  ©Jjrfst. 

could  we  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
',     O,  could  we  sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  our  Saviour  shine, 
We'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings. 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  We'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
We  would,  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

3  Well,  the  delightful  days  will  come, 
When  our  dear  Lord  will  bring  us  home, 

And  we  shall  see  his  face  : 


194  CHRIST. 


Then,  with  our  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
A  blest  eternity  we  '11  spend, 
Triumphant  in  his  grace. 


9Q9  CM.  S.  Judd. 

JBgmii  to  Sfesus. 

OSON  of  God  !  thy  children  we ; 
Train  us  in  holiness  : 
As  thou  the  Father's  image  bore, 
Thine  own  on  us  impress. 

2  O  Bread  of  God  !  our  natures  crave 

The  lost  beatitude : 
The  Father  gave  thee  meat  unknown ; 
Give  us  thy  flesh  and  blood. 

3  O  Vine  of  God  !  of  thee  bereft, 

Our  virtues  wilt  and  die  : 
Thou  wert  the  Father's  tender  care, 
Shield  us  when  clanger  's  nigh. 

4  O  Crucified  !  we  share  thy  cross  ; 

Thy  passion,  too,  sustain; 
We  die  thy  death,  to  live  thy  life  ; 
And  rise  with  thee  again. 


o 


OQQ  C.  M.  Fabek. 

THE  light  of  love  is  round  his  feet, 
His  paths  are  never  dim  ; 
And  he  comes  nigh  to  us  when  we 
Dare  not  come  msrh  to  liim. 


HIS   OFFICES   AND   PRAISE.  195 

2  Let  us  be  simple  with  him,  then, 

Not  backward,  stiff,  or  cold, 
As  though  our  Bethlehem  could  be 
What  Sinai  was  of  old. 

3  Poor  souls  that  know  not  how  to  love  ! 

They  feel  not  Jesus  near ; 
And  they  who  know  not  how  to  love, 
Still  less  know  how  to  fear. 

4  They  love  not,  for  they  have  not  kissed 

The  Saviour's  outer  hem ; 
They  fear  not,  for  the  Living  God 
Is  yet  unknown  to  them. 

294  L.  M.  Watts. 

Hpample  of  C&rist. 

Y  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer, 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory,  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  may  I  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 


190  CHRIST. 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

295  7's  M.  German. 

aScautg  of  (£f)vfst. 

17  ARTIT  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair, 
-J     Lovely  forms  or  beauties  rare, 
But  before  my  eyes  they  bring, 
Christ,  of  beauty,  Source  and  Spring. 

2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  golden  sunbeams  rise, 
Then  my  Saviour's  form  I  find 
Brightly  imaged  on  my  mind. 

3  When  the  daybeams  pierce  the  night, 
Oft  I  think  on  Jesus'  light, 

Think  how  bright  that  light  will  be 
Shining  through  eternity. 

4  Come,  Lord  Jesus  !  and  dispel 
This  dark  cloud  in  which  I  dwell, 
And  to  me  the  power  impart 

To  behold  thee  as  thou  art. 

29 g  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

2Lobc  to  (E&rfst. 

^O  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 

Behold  my  heart,  and  see, 

And  turn  each  worthless  idol  out, 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
To  my  attentive  ear? 


HIS    OFFICES   AND  PRAISE.  197 

Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  beat 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

3  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead? 

4  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lard ; 

But,  O,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

297  8  &  6's  M.  St.  Bernard. 

"1VTEVER  was  sung  a  sweeter  word, 
-i-^      Nor  fuller  music  e'er  was  heard, 
Nor  deeper  au^ht  the  heart  hath  stirred? 
Than,  "  Jesus,  Son  of  God  ! " 

2  No  tongue  suffices  to  confess, 
No  letters  can  enough  express, 

But  those  that  prove,  believe  the  bliss,  — 
What  it  is  Christ  to  love. 

3  Jesus  has  gone  to  heaven  again, 
High  on  his  glorious  throne  to  reign ; 
My  heart  can  here  no  more  remain, 

But  after  him  has  s;one. 


&' 


298  ll's  M.  Whittieb. 

€$rfst  present  in  tfje  .Spirit. 

OWHAT  though  our  feet  may  not  tread 
where  Christ  trod, 
Nor  our  ears  hear  the  dashing  of  Galilee's  flood , 


198  CHRIST. 

Nor  our  eyes  see  the  cross  that  he  bowed  him 

to  bear, 
Nor  our  knees  press  Gethsemane's  garden  of 

prayer ! 

2  Yet,  loved  of  the  Father,  thy  spirit  is  near 
To  the  meek  and  the  lowly  and  penitent  here ; 
And  the  voice  of  thy  love  is  the  same,  even 

now, 
As  at  Bethany's  tomb,  or  on  Olivet's  brow. 

3  O,   the  outward  has   gone,   but  in  glory  and 

power 
The  Spirit  surviveth  the  things  of  an  hour ; 
Unchanged,  undecaying,  its  Pentecost  flame 
On  the  heart's  secret  altar  is  burning  the  same. 

299  7  &  G's  M.  Montgomery. 

asicssfnss  of  prist's  j&cffiii.    $s.  Ijrru. 

AIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed  ! 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free  ! 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 
To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 


HIS    OFFICES   AND  PRAISE,  199 

Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight, 

3  O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  his  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious. 

All  blessing,  and  all  blest. 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever, — - 

That  name  to  us  is  —  Love. 

300  7's  M-  Anonymous. 

Ttfmness  of  (Ejjrfst. 

ARY  to  the  Saviour's  tomb, 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn, 
Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume. 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone, 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 
Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes, 
For  awhile,  she  lingering  stood, 
Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise. 

But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice , 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead ; 

'Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice  ; 
What  a  change  Ms  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day ; 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


©f>e  ©fospel. 


301 


ITS  INVITATIOlSrS. 

7's  M.  Mrs.  Barbujld. 

C&rfst's  Snbftatfon*. 

COME,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come,  and  make  my  path  your  choice  ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home  : 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come. 

2  Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn  i 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain  ; 
Ye,  whose  swollen  and  sleepless  eye* 
Watch  to  see  the  morning  rise  ;  — 

4  Ye  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn, 
Here  repose  your  heavy  care  : 
Who  the  stings  of  guilt  can  bear? 

5  Sinner,  come  ;  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound. 


ITS    INVITATIONS.  201 

Peace  that  ever  shall  endupc, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure, 

302  c-  M-  Whittxkk, 

mjz  Call  of  &rut&. 

{H. !  not  alone  with  outward  sign, 
Of  fear,  or  voice  from  heaven. 
The  message  of  a  truth  divine, 

The  call  of  God,  is  given  ;     ■ 
Awakening  in  the  human  heart, 

Love  for  the  true  and  right, 
Zeal  for  the  Christian's  better  part, 
Strength  for  the  Christian's  fight. 

Though  heralded  by  nought  of  fear, 

Or  outward  sign  or  show ; 
Though  only  to  the  inward  car 

It  whisper  soft  and  low  ; 
Though  dropping  as  the  manna  fell, 

Unseen,  yet  from  above, 
Holy  and  gentle,  heed  it  well, — 

The  call  to  truth  and  love. 


303  S.  M.  Epis.   Coll, 

Stye  Sjjfrft's  Sn'bftatfoiis. 

■rjPHE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 
J-      Is  whispering,  £  4  Sinner,  come  : " 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  "  Come  !  " 


2  Let  him  who  heareth  say 

To  all  about  liim,  ' '  Come  ; 


202  THE    GOSPEL. 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O,  let  Mm  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life ; 
'T  is  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come  : " 
Lord,  even  so  ;  we  wait  thy  hour ; 

0  blest  Eedeemer,  come  ! 

304  C.  M.  S.  STREET*]*. 

3SIessmfls  of  t$e  ffitosjiel. 

~V\7T3AT  glorious  tidings  do  I  hear 

T  T       From  my  Redeemer's  tongue  ! 
I  can  no  longer  silence  bear ; 

1  '11  burst  into  a  sons: : 


o 


2  The  blind  receive  their  sight  with  joy ; 

The  lame  can  walk  abroad  ; 
The  dumb  their  loosened  tongues  employ ; 
The  deaf  can  hear  the  word. 

3  The  dead  are  raised  to  life  anew 

By  renovating  grace  ; 
The  glorious  gospel  *s  preached  to  you, 
The  poor  of  Adam's  race. 

4  O  wondrous  type  of  things  divine, 

When  Christ  displays  his  love, 
To  raise  from  woe  the  sinking  mind, 
To  reign  in  realms  above  ! 


ITS   INVITATIONS.  203 

305  L.  M.  Watts. 

Ofosjjei   Snbftatfons. 

COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  ! 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me ; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, = 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  ' '  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command ; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


306  s-  M-  Watts. 

&5e  Mzs&zlJuzsfs  of  <&§vizVs  3&efflit. 

OW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 


H' 


2  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 


204  THE   GOSPEL*. 

3  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  longv 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

4  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


3Q7  C.  M.  A.  C.  Thomas, 

gTIje  ffiospei  of  Ikace. 

JOY  to  the  earth  !  the  Prince  of  Peace 
His  banner  has  unfurled ; 
Let  strife,  and  sin,  and  error  cease, 
And  joy  pervade  the  world  ! 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  for  truth  and  grace 

His  word  and  life  display ; 
Let  every  soul  his  love  embrace, 
And  own  its  gentle  sway. 

3  Peace  on  the  earth,  good  will  to  men, 

Embrace  the  gospel  plan ; 
Let  that  sweet  strain  be  heard  again. 
Which  an2:el  tones  be^an. 

4  Joy  to  the  isles  and  lands  afar ! 

Messiah  reigns  above ; 
Let  every  eye  behold  the  star,  — 
The  star  of  liaht  and  love. 


ITS  INVITATIONS.  205 

3Q8  C.  M.  Watts. 

2TJ)e  <&os$d  trumpet. 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  th'  immortal  mind  — 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast ; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  streams  that  never  dry. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace, 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


309  8,  7,  &  4's  M.  Allen. 

HEAR  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 
News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim :  — 
'  •  To  each  rebel  sinner  pardon  ; 


206  THE   GOSPEL. 

•  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  :  '9 
Oh,  what  mercy ! 
"  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

o 

2  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ; 

Every  sentence,  O  how  tender  1 

Every  line  is  full  of  love : 

Listen  to  it ; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor ; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears  ; 
And  with  news  of  consolation 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

Tender  heralds  — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

Q1 Q  C.  M.  Watts, 

iSalbatfan. 

SALVATION  !    O  the  joyful  sound  ! 
'T  is  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  death's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


ITS   INVITATIONS.  207 

2l\  C.  M.  Watts. 

3fo2  to  tlje  moxlts. 

OY  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come  ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth — the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ;     = 
While  fields,  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  andplainss 
Kepeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace9 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  ins  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

312  8  &  7's  M.        Winchell's  Coll. 

Wl)Z  ®os#el  3ProcIamatfoTT. 

IT  ARK  !  the  gospel  trumpet  's  sounding, 
J-     Sinners,  hear  the  joyful  call ; 
Christ,  in  pardoning  love  abounding, 
Offers  liberty  to  all. 

2  Though  your  crimes  have  reached  to  heaven, 
And  of  deepest  dye  appear ; 
•  Ask,  and  they  shall  be  forgiven, 
Seek,  and  you  shall  find  him  near. 


208  THE    GOSPEL. 

3  Cast  your  load  of  guilt  behind  you, 
To  the  Lord  for  mercy  flee ; 
Though  the  strongest  fetters  bind  you, 
His  salvation  makes  you  free. 


ITS  PROMISES. 

313  H-  M«  DoDDRIDGB. 

SEfficacj  of  tt)e  (Kospel. 
"ARK  the  soft  falling  snow 
And  the  descending  rain  ! 
To  heaven  from  whence  it  fell 
It  turns  not  back  again  ; 
But  waters  earth  through  every  pore, 
And  calls  forth  all  her  secret  store. 

2  Arrayed  in  beauteous  green, 

The  hills  and  valleys  shine, 
And  man  and  beast  are  fed 

By  providence  divine  : 
The  harvest  bows  its  golden  ears, 
The  copious  seed  of  future  years. 

3  "  So,"  saith  the  God  of  grace, 

"  My  gospel  shall  descend, 
Almighty  to  effect 

The  purpose  I  intend  : 
Millions  of  souls  shall  feel  its  power, 
And  bear  it  down  to  millions  more." 

314  S.  M.  Watt& 
$otoer  of  tl)e  CSospd. 

BEHOLD,  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way  -; 


ITS  PROMISES.  209 

His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  shiners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 
Forever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  we  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
O,  may  we  never  read  in  vain5 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

31g  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

Xnfuence  of  tlje  (£os$d  iffee  llaftu 

S  showers  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
-     Jesus  shall  shed  his  blessings  down ; 
Crowned  with  whose  life-infusing  drops, 
Earth  shall  renew  her  blissful  crops. 

2  The  dews  and  rains,  in  all  their  store, 
Drenching  the  pastures  o'er  and  o'er, 
Are  not  so  copious  as  that  grace 
Which  sanctifies  and  saves  our  race. 

3  As,  in  soft  silence,  vernal  showers 
Descend,  and  cheer  the  fainting  flowers, 
So,  in  the  secrecy  of  love, 

Falls  the  sweet  influence  from  above. 
14 


210  THE   GOSPEI,. 

4  That  heavenly  influence  let  me  find 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind, 

While  every  grace  maintains  its  bloom , 
Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume. 

5  Nor  let  these  blessings  be  confined 
To  me,  but  poured  on  all  mankind, 
Till  earth's  wild  wastes  in  verdure  rise, 
And  a  young  Eden  bless  our  eyes. 


316  L-  M-  Whittiek. 

Gftrfstfanftg. 

FAIREST  bora  of  love  and  light, 
Yet  bending  brow  and  eye  severe 
On  all  which  pains  the  holy  sight, 

Or  wounds  the  pure  an  J  perfect  ear,  — 


o 


2  The  generous  feeling,  pure  and  warm, 

Which  owns  the  rights  of  all  divine, 
The  pitying  heart,  the  helping  arms, 
The  prompt  self-sacrifice,  are  thine. 

3  Beneath  thy  broad,  impartial  eye, 

How  fade  the  lines  of  caste  and  birth  I 
How  equal  in  their  sufferings  lie 
The  groaning  multitudes  of  earth  I 

4  In  holy  words  which  cannot  die, 

In  thoughts  which  angels  leaned  to  know* 
Christ  gave  thy  message  from  on  high, 
Thy  mission  to  a  world  of  woe. 

5  That  voice's  echo  hath  not  died  ; 

From  the  blue  lake  of  Galilee, 


ITS   PROMISES.  211 


From  Tabor's  lonely  mountain  side, 
It  calls  a  struggling  world  to  thee. 


3]  7  7's  M.  Montgomery. 

praise  for  tfje  CKosjjel. 

ONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 


s 


2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  | 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away  — - 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth  — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come? 
No  ;  the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 


ITS  EXTENSIOK. 

3]_g  L.  M.  Watts, 

g&mbersal  3SUfcpx  of  ©Ssfst. 

GEE  AT  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey ; 


212  THE   GOSPEL. 

Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son ; 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Eevive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

3  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  Ins  days, 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

319  L-  M-  Bowring. 

$roflvcss  of  Gospel  Siuti). 

TPON  the  gospel's  sacred  page 
^      The  gathered  beams  of  ages  shine  : 
And,  as  it  hastens,  every  age 

But  makes  its  brightness  more  divine. 

2  Truth,  strengthened  by  the  strength  of  thought, 

Pours  inexhaustible  supplies, 
Whence  sagest  teachers  may  be  taught, 
And  wisdom's  self  become  more  wise. 

3  More  glorious  still  as  centuries  roll, 

New  regions  blest,  new  powers  unfurled, 
Expanding  with  the  expanding  soul, 
Its  waters  shall  o'erflow  the  world ; 

4  Flow  to  restore,  but  not  destroy ; 

As  when  the  cloudless  lamp  of  day 
Pours  out  its  floods  of  light  and  joy, 
And  sweeps  each  lingering  mist  away. 


ITS  EXTENSION.  213 

320  c-  M-  c-  Wesley. 
Cfie  &ox$d  for  &U. 

LOED  !  send  thy  servants  forth 
To  call  the  Hebrews  home ; 
From  east,  and  west,  and  south,  and  north, 
Let  all  the  wanderers  come. 

2  Where'er,  in  lands  unknown, 

The  fugitives  remain, 
Bid  every  creature  help  them  on, 
Thy  holy  mount  to  gain. 

3  An  offering  to  the  Lord, 

There  let  them  all  be  seen, 
Sprinkled  with  water  and  with  blood, 
In  soul  and  body  clean. 

4  With  Israel's  myriads  sealed, 

Let  all  the  nations  meet ; 
And  show  the  mystery  fulfilled  — 
Thy  family  complete. 

321  CM.  Anonymous. 
Efje  ©osjel. 

.'EH  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God, 
In  latter  days,  shall  rise 
Above  the  summits  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow; 
"  Up  to  the  mount  of  God."  they  say, 
"  And  to  his  house  we  '11  go." 


214  THE    GOSPEL. 

3   The  beams  that  shine  from  Zion's  hill 
Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 
Shall  the  whole  world  command. 


4  No  war  shall  rage,  nor  hostile  strife 

Disturb  those  happy  years  ; 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

5  No  longer  host,  encountering  host, 

Shall  crowds  of  slain  deplore ; 
They  '11  lay  the  martial  trumpet  by, 
And  study  war  no  more. 


322  8,  7,  &  4's  M.  Kelly. 

2Trutf)  arprcafcfnfl. 

LOOK,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking ; 
Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  every  land : 

Day  advances  — 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious  ! 
Let  thy  people  see  thy  power  ; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious 

Through  the  world  for  evermore : 

Then  shall  idols 
Perish,  while  thy  saints  adore. 


ITS   EXTENSION.  215 

323  8,  1,  &  4's  M.  P.  Williams. 

SPrager  for  tjje  S^reatr  of  t$e  (Sosjjrt. 

'ER  the  gloomy  Mis  of  darkness, 
Cheered  by  no  celestial  ray, 
Sun  of  righteousness  !  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day ; 
Send  the  gospel 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness  — 

Grant  them,  Lord  !  the  glorious  light ; 
And,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night : 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions, 
Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour  !   all  the  world  around 

324  7  &  6's  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 
SCfje  afflfjt  of  tfjc  <Sos?d. 

THE  morning  light  is  breaking  > 
The  darkness  disappears ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears  : 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 
Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 


216  THE   GOSPEL. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour  : 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going, 

Abundant  answer  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing,  — 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

4  Blest  river  of  salvation  ; 

Pursue  thy  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home, 
Stay  Uot  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  (i  The  Lord  is  come." 


325  7's  M-  Bahnmaier. 

23iffu8fou  of  t&e  CSosjjcI. 

S  PEE  AD,  O,  spread,  thou  mighty  word, 
Spread  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord, 
Wheresoe'er  his  breath  has  given 
Life  to  beings  meant  for  heaven. 


ITS   EXTENSION.  217 

2  Tell  them  of  the  spirit  given 
'Now,  to  guide  us  up  to  heaven, 
Strong  and  holy,  just  and  true, 
Working  both  to  will  and  do. 

3  Word  of  life,  most  pure  and  strong, 
Lo  !  for  thee  the  nations  long ; 
Spread,  till  from  its  dreary  night 
All  the  world  awakes  to  light. 

4  Lord  of  all  men,  let  there  be 

Joy  and  strength  to  work  for  thee  ; 
Let  the  nations  far  and  near 
See  thy  light,  and  learn  thy  fear. 

32  g  7  &  6's  M.  Heber, 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 


H 


218  THE   GOSPEL. 

3  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  Eenovator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reijm. 

o 

327  8  &  7'S  M-  HASTING*. 

SCJe  mjxintim  Reformer  ettcouracjeTr. 

E   that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 
-     Bearing  still  the  precious  seed, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 

Soon  shall  see  his  toil  succeed : 
Showers  of  rain  will  fall  from  heaven, 

Then  the  cheering  sun  will  shine, 
So  shall  plenteous  fruit  be  given, 
Through  an  influence  all  divine. 

2  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 

Let  not  fear  thy  mind  employ  ; 
Though  the  prospect  be  most  dreary, 

Thou  may'st  reap  the  fruits  of  joy  : 
Lo  !  the  scene  of  verdure  bright'ning, 

See  the  rising  grain  appear ; 
Look  again  !  the  fields  are  whit'ning, 

Harvest-time  is  surely  near. 

328  L-  M-  Pratt's  Coll. 
Ksvacl  returmtxej  from  Cnptfbfti?. 

HY,  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 
O  Israel,  sleeps  thy  tuneful  string? — 


ITS   EXTENSION.  219 

Still  mute  remains  thy  sullen  tongue, 
And  Zion's  song  declines  to  sing? 

2  Awake  !  thy  sweetest  raptures  raise ; 

Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains  : 
Thy  promised  King  his  sceptre  sways ; 
And  Jesus,  thy  Messiah,  reigns. 

3  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require ; 

No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain, 
But  friends  invite  the  silent  lyre, 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 

4  Nor  fear  thy  Salem's  hills  to  wrong, 

If  other  lands  thy  triumph  share  : 
A  heavenly  city  claims  thy  song ; 
A  brighter  Salem  rises  there. 

5  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam ; 

Nor,  weeping,  think  of  Jordan's  flood : 
In  every  clime  behold  a  home ; 
In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 

329  7  &  6's  M.  Lyte. 

a#e  Salbatfoti  of  fcael. 

THAT  the  Lord's  salvation 
Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  his  ancient  nation, 
To  lead  his  outcasts  home  ! 

2  How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane  ? 
Return,  O  Lord,  in  pity ; 
Rebuild  her  walls  again. 


220  THE   GOSPEL. 

3  Let  fall  thy  rod  of  terror ; 

Thy  saving  grace  impart ; 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error ; 
Release  the  fettered  heart. 

4  Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Her  lost  Messiah  see ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning, 
And  bind  thy  church  to  thee. 


ITS  TRIUMPH. 

330  L.  M.  Wilde. 

2T^e  Slttfbersal  jFottr. 

WHILST  far  and  wide  thy  scattered  sheep, 
Great  Shepherd,  in  the  desert  stray, 
Thy  love,  by  some,  is  thought  to  sleep, 
Unmindful  of  the  wanderer's  way. 

2  But   truth  declares,  they  shall  be  found, 

Wherever  now  they  darkling  roam  : 

Thy  voice  shall  through  the  desert  sound, 

And  summon  every  wanderer  home. 

3  Upon  the  darkened  paths  of  sin, 

Instead  of  terror's  sword  of  flame, 

Shall  love  descend,  —  for  love  can  win 

Far  more  than  terror  can  reclaim. 

4  And  they  shall  turn  their  wandering  feet, 

By  grace  redeemed,  by  love  controlled, 
Till  all  at  last  in  Eden  meet, 
One  happy,  universal  fold. 


ITS   TRIUMPH.  221 

231  k.  M.  Anonymous. 

©fosjel  jFreetiom  EJttfbcrsal. 

E  long  to  see  that  happy  time, 
That  long-expected,  blissful  day, 
When  men  of  every  name  and  clime 
The  glorious  gospel  shall  obey. 

2  The  word  of  God  shall  firm  abide, 

Though  earth  and  hell  should  dare  oppose ; 
The  stone  cut  from  the  mountain's  side, 
To  universal  empire  grows. 

3  Afric's  emancipated  sons 

Shall  shout  to  Asia's  rapt'rous  song, 
Europe,  with  her  unnumbered  tongues, 
And  western  climes  the  strain  prolong. 

4  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Immanuel's  kingdom  shall  extend ; 
And  every  man,  in  every  face, 
Shall  meet  a  brother  and  a  friend. 

332  H.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

(Srace  STrfump&ant. 

BEFORE  the  world  was  made, 
Or  sun  or  planets  shone, 
Salvation's  base  was  laid 

In  God's  anointed  Son, 
Who  came  to  spread  the  truth  abroad, 
And  reconcile  a  world  to  God. 


2  By  mei 


nercy's  hand  upheld, 
Firmly  his  purpose  stands 


222  THE   GOSPEL. 

What  love  his  bosom  filled  ! 

What  kindness  moved  his  hands  I 
What  pity  warmed  his  pleading  breath, 
Who  meekly  blest  his  foes  in  death  ! 

3  Now  raised  to  realms  above, 

Where  boundless  mercies  shine, 

Will  Christ  forget  his  love  ? 

Forget  this  heart  of  mine? 

O,  no  ;  his  favors  never  end ; 

He's  there,  as  here,  the  sinner's  friend. 

333  L.  M.  Watts. 
Sftnfbersal  33lessmrjs  of  ®f>rtet'»  3£efjjn.    $s.  IpjrMf 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

3  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  their  king ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen. 

334  H.  M.  E.  Turmmi. 

©hxfbevsai  2&fug. 

COME,  sing  a  Saviour's  power, 
And  praise  his  mighty  name, 


ITS   TRIUMPH.  223 

His  wondrous  love  adore, 

And  chant  his  growing  fame  : 
Wide  o'er  the  world  a  King  shall  reign, 
And  righteousness  and  peace  maintain. 

2  The  sceptre  of  Ms  grace 

He  shall  forever  wield ; 
His  foes  before  his  face, 

To  strength  divine  shall  yield : 
The  conquest  of  his  truth  shall  show 
What  an  almighty  arm  can  do. 

3  His  alienated  sons, 

By  sin  beguiled,  betrayed, 
Shall  then  be  born  at  once, 
And  willing  subjects  made  : 
Such  numbers  shall  his  courts  adorn. 
As  dewdrops  of  the  vernal  morn. 

4  His  realm  shall  ever  stand, 

By  liberal  things  upheld, 
And,  from  his  bounteous  hand, 

All  hearts  with  joy  be  filled ; 
A  universe  with  praise  shall  own 
The  countless  honors  of  his  throne. 


335  C.  M.  H.  Balloit. 

©&e  3Sm$fre  of  €Ijrtst, 

JESUS  his  empire  shall  extend ; 
Beneath  his  gentle  sway 
Kings  of  the  earth  shall  humbly  bend, 
And  his  commands  obey. 


224  THE   GOSPEL. 

2  As  clouds  descend  in  gentle  showers, 

When  spring  renews  her  reign  ; 
And  call  to  life  the  fragrant  flowers 
O'er  forest,  hill,  and  plain  ;  — 

3  So  Jesus,  by  Ins  heavenly  grace, 

Descends  on  man  below, 
And  o'er  the  millions  of  our  race 
His  gentle  blessings  flow. 

4  Long  as  the  sun  shall  rule  the  day, 

Or  moon  shall  cheer  the  night, 
The  Saviour  shall  his  sceptre  sway 
With  unresisted  might. 

5  All  that  the  reign  of  sin  destroyed, 

The  Saviour  shall  restore  ; 
And,  from  the  treasures  of  the  Lord, 
Shall  give  us  blessings  more. 

336  8's,  7's,  &  4's  M.  Kelly. 

32ncQUvaQhiQ  prospects. 

"\7TES,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking ; 
A      Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking, 
By  his  word,  in  every  land : 

When  he  chooses, 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 
While  he  enters  like  a  flood, 
God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad  : 

Every  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 


ITS    TRIUMPH.  225 

God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand ; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious 

Through  the  world,  in  every  land : 
Then  shall  idols 

Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command. 


^37  7s  ^-  Lamartine. 

2Ti)e  "PTctorg  of  €|)rfst. 

THOU  dost  come,  all-healing  Lord, 
Thou  dost  speak,  and,  lo  !  thy  word 
Maketh  truth  o'er  falsehood  strong, 
Maketh  right  prevail  o'er  wrong. 

2  Immortality  forth  breaks, 

Time's  best  brightness  to  outglow ! 
And  sweet  hope  yet  briefer  makes 
Our  brief  exile  here  below. 

3  Love  celestial  maketh  light, 

Lifteth  up  each  burden  here ; 
Lo  !  the  eternal  age  dawns  bright ; 
No  remorse  need  be  despair. 

4  Deeper  worth  the  just  soul  hath ; 

Virtue  lowlier,  loftier  grows ; 
Children  know  thy  humble  faith ; 

Wisdom  nought  more  glorious  knows. 

5  And  man,  whom  this  glory  cheers, 

Man,  for  whom  this  light  is  sown, 
Resteth  fast,  two  thousand  years, 

In  thv  word's  strange  strength  alone. 
*15 


226  THE    GOSPEL. 

338  7's  M.  Montgomery. 
florist's  2Trfum#)* 

HARK  !  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ;  — 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lord  ! 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  ; 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah! — hark!  the  sound, 

Heard  through  earth,  and  through  the  skies, 
"Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies : 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  his  sword ;  he  speaks,  —  't  is  done  ! 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

339  8  &  7's  M.  Cowfer. 

K\)z  ^infltrom  of  ^eaben. 

HEAR  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken ; 
O  my  people,  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 
Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you ; 
Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways  ; 

You  shall  name  your  walls  salvation, 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise. 

2  There,  in  undisturbed  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign ; 


ITS  TKIUMPH.  227 

♦Never  shall  you  feel  oppression, 

Never  hear  of  war  again  ; 
God  shall  rise,  and,  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  glory, 

God  your  everlasting  light. 


340  10's  M.  .  Pope. 

$te0fcteS  ©tforg  of  tije  l&esstat's  I^fngtrom. 

EISE,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem, 
rise  ! 
Exalt  thy  towering  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes  ! 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day  ! 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn, 
See  future  sons  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies  ! 

3  See  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temples  bend  ! 
See  thy  bright  altars  thronged  with  prostrate 

kings, 
While  every  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings. 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  in  smoke  decay, 
Hocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away ; 
But  fixed  his  word,  his  saving  power  remains  ; 
Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 


228  THE   GOSPEL. 

341  L-  M.  H.  Bali*u. 

Elessfufls  of  ©prist's  aantbersai  2Stcfgn. 

WHEN  God  descends  with  men  to  dwell, 
And  all  creation  makes  anew, 
What  tongue  can  half  the  wonders  tell  ? 
What  eye  the  dazzling  glories  view  ? 

2  Celestial  streams  shall  gently  flow ; 
The  wilderness  shall  joyful  be  ; 
Lilies  on  parched  ground  shall  grow ; 
And  gladness  spring  on  every  tree ; 

3  The  weak  be  strong,  the  fearful  bold, 
The  deaf  shall  hear,  the  dumb  shall  sing, 
The  lame  shall  walk,  the  blind  behold, 
And  joy  through  ail  the  earth  shall  ring. 

4  Monarchs  and  slaves  shall  meet  in  love  ; 
Old  pride  shall  die,  and  meekness  reign,  — ■ 
When  God  descends  from  worlds  above, 
To  dwell  with  men  on  earth  again. 

342  c-  M-  Milton. 

Z\)z  Sfntfjom  of  (Soft  on  35art&. 

THE  Lord  will  come,  and  not  be  slow  ; 
His  footsteps  cannot  err  ; 
Before  him  righteousness  shall  go, 
His  royal  harbinger. 

2  The  nations  all  whom  thou  hast  made 
Shall  come,  and  all  shall  frame 
To  bow  them  low  before  thee,  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  name. 


ITS    TRIUMPH.  229 

3  Truth  from  the  earth,  like  to  a  flower, 

Shall  bud  and  blossom  then, 
And  Justice,  from  her  heavenly  bower, 
Look  down  on  mortal  men. 

4  Thee  will  I  praise,  O  Lord,  my  God, 

Thee  honor  and  adore 
With  my  whole  heart,  and  blaze  abroad 
Thy  name  for  evermore. 


343  C.  M.  NOVALI8. 

Sfje  WoxVts  restored  fn  €|)rfst. 

W/-^  say  t°  au*  men  far  an(l near 

▼  v      That  Christ  has  risen  again  ; 
That  he  is  with  us  now  and  here, 
And  ever  shall  remain. 

2  The  way  of  darkness  that  he  trod 

To  heaven  at  last  shall  come, 

And  he  who  hearkens  to  his  word, 

Shall  reach  his  Father's  home. 

3  Now  let  the  mourner  grieve  no  more, 

Though  his  beloved  sleep, 
A  happier  meeting  shall  restore 
Their  light  to  eyes  that  weep. 

4  He  lives  ;  his  presence  hath  not  ceased, 

Though  foes  and  fears  be  rife  ; 
And  thus  we  hail  the  gospel  feast, 
A  world  renewed  to  life  ! 


230  THE   GOSPEL. 

344  C.  P.  M.  M.  Kayneb. 

a^lefflti  of  florist.    £sa.  r^b. 

THE  radiant  dawn  of  gospel  light, 
The  prophet  saw  in  vision  bright, 
And  hailed  th'  auspicious  day, 
When  Christ  should  all  his  grace  disclose 
And  cure  the  world  of  all  its  woes, 
By  truth's  triumphant  sway. 

2  The  blind  their  eyes  shall  open  wide ; 
To  drink  the  light's  o'erflowing  tide, 

The  deaf  sweet  music  hear ; 
The  lame  like  bounding  hart  shall  leap ; 
The  dumb  no  longer  silence  keep, 

But  shout  redemption  near. 

3  And  there  shall  be  a  holy  way, 

In  which  the  simple  shall  not  stray, — 

The  path  so  plain  and  bright. 
Wayfaring  men  therein  shall  walk, 
And  of  their  home  and  kindred  talk, 

With  rapture  and  delight. 

345  7  &  G's  M.  Mrs.  Colburn. 
^ence  Eriunipfjant. 

THE  morn  of  peace  is  beaming  — 
Its  gl  >vy  will  appear  ; 
Behold  its  early  gleaming, 

The  day  is  drawing  near  ; 
The  spear  shall  then  be  broken, 

And  sheathed  the  glittering  sword  — 
The  olive  be  the  token, 

And  Peace  the  greeting  word. 


ITS   TRIUMPH.  231 


2  Yes,  yes,  the  day  is  breaking  ! 

Far  brighter  joys  that  beam  ! 
The  nations  round  are  waking, 

As  from  a  midnight  dream  : 
They  see  it  radiance  shedding, 

Where  all  was  dark  as  night ; 
'T  is  higher,  wider  spreading  — 

A  boundless  flood  of  light. 


34g  8  &  7'S  M.  HOFEDALE  COLL. 

3£ef3ti  of  Christian  $eace. 

"\~nE ARS  are  coming  —  speed  them  onward  ! 
JL      When  the  sword  shall  gather  rust, 
And  the  helmet,  lance,  and  falchion, 
Sleep  at  last  in  silent  dust ! 

2  Earth  has  heard  too  long  of  battle, 

Heard  the  trumpet's  voice  too  long ! 
But  another  age  advances, 

Seers  foretold  in  ancient  song. 

3  Years  are  coming  when,  forever, 

War's  dread  banner  shall  be  furled, 
And  the  angel  Peace  be  welcomed, 
Eegent  of  the  happy  world. 

4  Hail  with  song  that  glorious  era, 

When  the  sword  shall  gather  rust, 
And  the  helmet,  lance,  and  falchion, 
Sleep  at  last  in  silent  dust. 


232  THE   GOSPEL. 

Q4/7  11  &  10's  M.  Longfellow. 

•Peace  on  35attf). 

DOWN  the  dark  future,  through  long  gen- 
erations, 
The  sounds  of  war  grow  fainter,  and  then 
cease ; 
And  like  a  bell  with  solemn,  sweet  vibrations, 
I  hear   once  more  the  voice  of  Christ  say, 
Peace ! 

2  Peace  !  and  no  longer,  from  its   brazen  portals, 
The  blast  of  war's  great  organ    shakes  the 
skies  : 
But,  beautiful  as  songs  of  the  immortals, 
The  holy  melodies  of  love  arise. 

OAQ  C.  M.  Watts. 

$Jeosj)ect  of  Canfbersal  Messed tiess. 

LO  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blessed  abode  ; 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he,  the  loving  God. 


ITS  TRIUMPH.  233 

4  "  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye ; 
And  pains  and  groans,  and  griefs  and  fears. 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 

5  Plow  long,  dear  Saviour,   O  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


349  C.  M.  T.  Mooee. 

2Bag  of  3& exemption. 

BUT  who  shall  see  the  glorious  day 
When,  throned  on  Zion's  brow, 
The  Lord  shall  rend  that  veil  away 

Which  hides  the  nations  now  ? 
When  earth  no  more  beneath  the  fear 

Of  his  rebuke  shall  lie  ; 
When  pain  shall  cease,  and  every  tear 
Be  wiped  from  every  eye. 

2  Then,  Judah,  thou  no  more  shalt  mourn 

Beneath  the  heathen's  chain ; 
Thy  days  of  splendor  shall  return, 

And  all  be  new  again. 
The  fount  of  life  shall  then  be  quaffed 

In  peace,  by  all  who  come ; 
And  every  wind  that  blows  shall  waft 

Some  long-lost  exile  home. 


234  THE   GOSPEL. 

350  L-   M«  KlCHARDS. 

2T!)e  ®Iou"&  au"&  pillar  of  jFtre. 

LONG  as  the  darkening  cloud  abode, 
So  long  did  ancient  Israel  rest ; 
Nor  moved  they,  till  the  guiding  Lord 
In  brighter  garments  stood  confest. 

2  Father  of  spirits,  Light  of  light, 

Lift  up  the  cloud,  and  rend  the  veil : 
Shine  forth  in  fire,  amid  that  night, 

Whose  blackness  makes  the  heart  to  fail. 

3  'T  is  done  !  to  Christ  the  power  is  given ; 

His  death  has  rent  the  veil  away, 
Our  great  forerunner  entered  heaven, 
And  oped  the  gates  of  endless  day. 

4  Nor  shall  those  mists  that  brood  o'er  time 

forever  blind  the  mental  eye  ; 
They  backward  roll,  and  light  sublime 
Beams  glory  from  our  God  on  high. 

5  Adoring  nations  hail  the  dawn, 

All  kingdoms  bless  the  noontide  beam, 
And  light,  unfolding  life's  full  morn, 
Is  vast  creation's  deathless  theme. 


351  S.  M.  Johns, 

2Cf)e  ^fnflUom  of  ££ott. 

COME,  kingdom  of  our  God, 
Sweet  reiim  of  li^lit  and  love  ! 
Shed  peace,  and  hope,  and  joy  abroad, 
And  wisdom  from  above. 


ITS   TRIUMPH,  235 

2  Over  our  spirits  first 

Extend  thy  healing  reign ; 
There  raise  and  quench  the  sacred  thirst, 
That  never  pains  again. 

3  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God ! 

And  make  the  broad  earth  thine ; 
Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 

4  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 

With  fruit  from  life's  glad  tree ; 
And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest, 
Sons  of  one  family. 

5  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God  I 

And  raise  thy  glorious  throne 
In  worlds  by  the  undying  trod, 
Where  God  shall  bless  his  own, 

352  7  &  5's  M.  k.  C.  Thomas. 

Stye  3keconcfltatterc. 

THOU,  whose  wide  extended  sway 
Suns  and  systems  e'er  obey ! 
Thou,  our  Guardian  and  our  stay, 

Evermore  adored : 

In  prospective,  Lord,  we  see 

Jew  and  Gentile,  bond  and  free, 

Reconciled  in  Christ  to  thee, 

Holy,  Holy  Lord. 

2  Thou  by  all  shalt  be  confessed. 
Ever  blessing,  ever  blest, 
When  to  thy  eternal  rest, 
In  the  courts  above, 


236  THE   GOSPEL, 

Thou  shalt  bring  the  sore  oppressed ; 
Fill  each  joy-desiring  breast ; 
Make  of  each  a  welcome  guest,. 
At  the  feast  of  love. 

3  When  destroying  death  shall  die. 
Hushed  be  every  rising  sigh, 
Tears  be  wiped  from  every  eye,. 

Never  more  to  fall ; 
Then  shall  praises  fill  the  sky, 
And  angelic  hosts  shall  cry, 
Holy,  Holy  Lord,  Most  High, 

Thou  art  all  in  all ! 


O^O  L.  M.  Tennyson 

GKooU  tT;e  final  CKoal  of  Kit 
YET,  we  trust  that  somehow  good 
Will  be  the  final  goal  of  ill, 
To  pangs  of  nature,  sins  of  will, 
Defects  of  doubt,  and  taints  of  blood ; 


o 


2  That  nothing  walks  with  aimless  feet, 

That  not  one  life  shall  be  destroyed, 
Or  cast  as  rubbish  to  the  void, 
When  God  hath  made  the  pile  complete. 

3  That  not  a  worm  is  cloven  in  vain  ; 

That  not  a  moth  with  vain  desire 
Is  shrivelled  in  a  fruitless  fire, 
Or  but  subserves  another's  gain. 

4  Behold,  we  know  not  anything ; 

I  can  but  trust  that  good  shall  fall 
At  last  —  far  off —  at  last,  to  all, 
And  every  winter  change  to  spring. 


ITS   TRIUMPH.  237 

WLmmxsul  33,  eft  emotion. 

N  God's  eternity 

There  shall  a  day  arise, 
When  all  the  race  of  man  shall  be 
With  Jesus  in  the  skies. 

2  As  night  before  the  rays 

Of  morning  flees  away, 
Sin  shall  retire  before  the  blaze 
Of  God's  eternal  day. 

3  As  music  fills  the  grove 

When  stormy  clouds  are  past, 
Sweet  anthems  of  redeeming  love 
Shall  all  employ  at  last. 

4  Redeemed  from  death  and  sin, 

Shall  Adam's  numerous  race 

A  ceaseless  song  of  praise  begin, 

And  shout  redeeming  grace. 

355  L.  M.  John  Sterling. 

anjoit,  (fcati,  tofit  f>ear. 
I  TILL  prayers  are  strong,  and  God  is  good ; 
Man  is  not  made  for  endless  ill ; 
Dear  spirit !  my  soul's  tormented  mood 
Has  yet  a  hope  thou  canst  not  kill. 

2  Repentance  clothes  in  grass  and  flowers, 
The  grave  in  which  the  past  is  laid ; 
And  close  to  faith's  old  minster  towers, 
The  cross  lights  up  the  ghostly  shade. 


238  THE    GOSPEL. 

3  Around  its  foot  the  shapes  of  fear, 

Whose  eyes  my  weaker  heart  appall, 
As  sister  suppliants  thrill  the  ear 
With  cries  that  loud  for  mercy  call. 

4  Thou,  God,  wilt  hear  !  thy  pangs  are  meant 

To  heal  the  spirit,  not  destroy  ; 
And  what  may  seem  for  vengeance  sent, 
When  thou  commandest,  works  for  joy. 

356  I0's  M.  Epes  Sargent. 

"&ll  <S<mla  are  jffcfne."    32ntitl  rbfff.  4. 

ALL  souls,  O  Lord,  are  thine;  —  assurance 
blest !  — 
Thine,  not  our  own  to  rob  of  help  divine  ; 
Not  man's,  to  doom  by  any  human  test, 

But  thine,  O  gracious  Lord,  and  only  thine  ! 

2  Surely  "  the  soul  that  sinneth,  it  shall  die," 

Die  to  the  sin  that  would  its  life  confine  ! 
Evil  shall  boast  not  perpetuity, 

Since  every  soul,  however  fall'n,  is  thine. 

3  Thine,  by  thy  various  discipline,  to  lead 

To  heights  where  heavenly  truths  immortal 
shine  ;  — 
Truths,  none  eternally  shall  fail  to  heed, 
For  all,  O  Lord,  are  thine,  forever  thine. 

4  Forgive  the  thought,  that  everlasting  ill 

^  To  any  can  be  part  of  thy  design  ; 
Finite,  imperfect, erring,  guilty,  —  still 

All  souls,  great  God,  are  thine —  and  mercy 
thine. 


an* 


TRIAL  AND   SUFFERING. 

357  L-  M-  6  L  K  Ware»  Jr- 

35pii  in  Sfcfctiess. 

FATHER,  thy  gentle  chastisement 
Falls  kindly  on  my  burdened  soul ; 
I  see  its  merciful  intent, 

To  warn  me  back  to  thy  control, 
And  pray  that  while  I  kiss  the  rod, 
I  may  find  perfect  peace  with  God. 

2  The  errors  of  my  heart  I  know ; 

I  feel  my  deep  infirmities  ; 
For  often  virtuous  feelings  glow, 

And  holy  purposes  arise, 
But,  like  the  morning  clouds,  decay, 
As  empty,  though  as  fair  as  they. 

3  Forgive  the  weakness  I  deplore, 

And  let  thy  peace  abound  in  me, 
That  I  may  trust  my  heart  no  more, 

But  wholly  cast  myself  on  thee. 
O,  let  my  Father's  strength  be  mine, 
And  my  devoted  life  be  thine  ! 


240 


MAH. 


358  7>s  M-  cowpm 

£rfal  ^vofttaute. 

TIS  rny  happiness  below, 
Not  to  live  without  the  cross ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know. 

Sanctifying  c\ery  loss, 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
Bring  me  to  my  Father's  feet, 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 


359  B.  C.  Trench, 

Bijt  fflLintetxs  <rf  Suffering 
LIFE,  O  death,  O  world,  O  time, 
O  grave,  where  all  things  flow, 
'Tis  yours  to  make  our  lot  sublime, 
With  your  great  weight  of  woe  ! 


o 


2  Though  sharpest  anguish  hearts  may  wrino-, 
Though  bosoms  torn  may  be, 
Yet  suffering  is  a  holy  thing ; 
Without  it,  what  were  we  ? 

360  C-    M«  TOFLADY. 

Stocetncss  of  Sufimfssfoti. 

WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 


TRIAL   AND   SUFFERING.  241 

T  is  sweet  to  look  by  faith  abroad, 
And  long  to  fly  away  ; 

2  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend ; 

3  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees  r 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

361  0.  M.  Watts. 

SJtuman  jFratlta>.    $s.  wtfP 

TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ! 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast,  — 

An  inch  or  two  of  time ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show ; 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore ; 
They  toil  for  hens,  they  know  not  who, 
And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

4  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for,  then, 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 


242  MAN. 

REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 

0/^9  7'sM.  J.  Taylor, 

©oufessfon  of  <Sfn. 

GOD  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs  ; 
O,  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou,  to  whom  our  praise  belongs. 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted,  time  misspent ; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent ;  — 

3  Foolish  fears,  and  fond  desires, 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain, 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain  ;  — 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 

Filled  witli  grief  and  shame  we  own ; 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 


Q£Q  C.  M.  Breviary. 

Svue  3Jemtence. 
SINNER,  bring  not  tears  alone, 
Or  outward  form  of  prayer, 
But  let  it  in  thy  heart  be  known 
That  penitence  is  there. 


0 


2  To  smite  the  breast,  the  clothes  to  rend, 
God  asketh  not  of  thee  ; 


REPENTANCE    AND    REFORMATION.  243 

Thy  secret  soul  he  bids  thee  bend 
In  true  humility. 

S  O,  let  us,  then,  with  heartfelt  grief , 
Draw  near  unto  our  God ; 
And  pray  to  him  to  grant  relief, 
And  stay  the  lifted  rod. 


3g4  C.  M.  LUTHB1L 

« <g)ut  of  t\)t  33e|)tf)S  trnbe  £  called  unto  SCfjee/* 

OUT  of  the  depths  I  cry  to  thee, 
Lord  God  !  O  hear  my  prayer, 
Incline  a  gracious  ear  to  me, 
And  bid  me  not  despair. 

2  My  hope  is  ever  in  the  Lord, 

My  works  I  count  but  dust, 
I  build  not  there,  but  on  thy  word, 
And  in  thy  goodness  trust. 

3  Though  thou  should'st  tarry  till  the  night, 

And  round  again  to  morn, 
My  heart  shall  ne'er  mistrust  thy  might, 
Nor  count  itself  forlorn. 

4  Though  great  our  sins  and  sore  our  wounds, 

And  deep  and  dark  our  fall, 
Thy  helping  mercy  hath  no  bounds  ; 
Thy  love  surpasseth  all. 


244  MAN. 

365  8's  &  6's  M.   Charlotte  Elliot,  1636, 

2Lo!  X  come. 

JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 

With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt. 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ! 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 


3gg  10's  M.  Anonymous. 

Comfiifl  ?£owe. 

OGOD  !  unworthy  of  thy  boundless  love, 
Too  oft,  with  careless  feet,  from  thee  we 
rove  ; 
Yet  now,  encouraged  by  thy  voice,  we  come, 
Returning  children,  to  a  Father's  home. 

2  O,  by  that  power  in  which  all  fulness  dwells, 
O,  by  that  love  which  every  love  excels, 
O,  by  that  grace  which  meets  repented  sin, 
Open  thou  wide  thine  arms  and  take  us  in  ! 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION.     245 

ogov  C.  P.  M.  Newton. 

2T$e  penitent  suxxmttmxiQ. 

ORD,  thou  hast  won  —  at  length  I  yield; 

J     My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee  ; 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ?  — 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  awe  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  : 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 

3  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone ; 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free  ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employed  by  thee. 

3gg  L- M-  Moore. 

3Sreatf)mss  of  (ffirace. 

LIKE  morning  —  when  her  early  breeze 
Breaks  up  the  surface  of  the  seas, 
That,  in  their  furrows,  dark  with  night, 
Her  hand  may  sow  the  seeds  of  light  — 

2  Thy  grace  can  send  its  breathings  o'er 
The  spirit  dark  and  lost  before ; 


246  man. 

And,  freshening  all  its  depths,  prepare 
For  truth  divine  to  enter  there. 

3  Till  David  touched  his  sacred  lyre, 
In  silence  lay  the  unbreathing  wire ; 
But  when  he  swept  its  chords  along f 
Then  angels  stooped  to  hear  the  song. 

4  So  sleeps  the  soul,  till  thou,  O  Lord, 
Shalt  deign  to  touch  its  lifeless  chord ; 
Till,  waked  by  thee,  its  breath  shall  rise, 
In  music  worthy  of  the  skies. 


369  S.    H.  RICHARD& 

3Joj  an&  -peace  ik  dtffxisU 

CHRIST,  what  gracious  words7 
Are  ever,  ever  thine  ; 
Thy  voice  is  music  to  the  soul, 
And  life  and  peace  divine. 


o 


2  The  broken  heart,  the  poor, 

The  bruised,  the  deaf,  the  blind, 
The  dumb,  the  dead,  the  captive  wretch, 
In  thee  compassion  find. 

3  Lord  Jesus,  speed  the  day, 

The  promised  day  of  grace, 
To  all  the  poor,  the  dumb,  the  deaf? 
The  dead,  of  Adam's  race. 

4  One  song  shall  then  employ 

The  blest,  the  blessing,  whole ; 
And  human  nature  shout  thy  name,— 
The  life  of  every  soul. 


REPENTANCE   AND   REFORMATION.  247 


QI7Q  S.    M.  BlJLFINCH. 

Conbert's  #og. 

OW  glorious  is  the  hour 
When  first  our  souls  awake, 
And  through  thy  spirit's  quickening  power 
Of  the  new  life  partake  ! 


H 


2  With  richer  beauty  glows 

The  world,  before  so  fair ; 
Her  holy  light  religion  throws, 
Reflected  everywhere. 

3  Amid  repentant  tears, 

We  feel  sweet  peace  within ; 
We  know  the  God  of  mercy  hears, 
And  pardons  every  sin. 

4  Born  of  thy  spirit,  Lord, 

Thy  spirit  may  we  share  ; 
Deep  in  our  hearts  inscribe  thy  word, 
And  place  thine  image  there. 

37]  L.  M.  Kichteil 

Translated  by  J.  Wesley. 

33ebout  $nxftetue. 

MY  soul  before  thee  prostrate  lies  ; 
To  thee,  her  source,  my  spirit  flies  ; 
My  wants  I  mourn,  my  chains  I  see ; 
0,let  thy  presence  set  me  free. 

2  In  life's  short  clay,  let  me  yet  more 
Of  thy  enlivening  power  implore  ; 
My  mind  must  deeper  sink  in  thee, 
My  foot  stand  firm  from  wandering  free. 


248  MAN. 

3  Take  full  possession  of  my  heart ; 
The  lowly  mind  of  Christ  impart ; 
I  still  will  wait,  O  Lord,  on  thee, 
Till,  in  thy  light,  the  light  I  see. 

4  One  only  care  my  soul  should  know, 
Father,  all  thy  commands  to  do  ; 
Oh  !  deep  engrave  it  on  my  breast, 
That  I  in  thee  alone  am  blest. 


37Q  S.  M.  Jebvis. 

€Kotrs  Jttcrca>  to  ttje  penitent. 

SWEET  is  the  friendly  voice 
Which  speaks  of  life  and  peace  ; 
Which  bids  the  penitent  rejoice, 
And  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 

,     2  No  balm  on  earth  like  this 

Can  cheer  the  contrite  heart ; 
No  flattering  dreams  of  earthly  bliss 
Such  pure  delight  impart. 

3  Still  merciful  and  kind, 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  reveal : 
The  broken  heart  thy  love  can  bind, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  Thy  presence  shall  restore 

Peace  to  my  anxious  breast : 
Lord,  let  my  steps  be  drawn  no  more 
From  paths  which  thou  hast  blessed, 


REPENTANCE   AND   REFORMATION.  249 

373  L.  M.  COWPER. 

3Peace  after  a  .Storm. 

WHEN  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind, 
And  smiling  day  once  more  appears, 
Then,  my  Creator  !  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  Straight  I  upbraid  my  wandering  heart, 

And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 
Or  harbor  one  hard  thought  of  thee. 

3  O  !  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught, 

What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn,  — 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 

But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 

Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But,  O  my  God  !  one  look  from  thee 

Subdues  the  disobedient  will, 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  child  is  still. 

374  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Tain  Repentance. 

TIMES  without  number  have  I  prayed, 
' '  This  only  once  forgive  ;  " 
Kelapsing  when  thy  hand  was  stayed, 
And  suffered  me  to  live. 


250  MAN. 

2  Yet  now  the  kingdom  of  thy  peace, 
Lord,  to  my  heart  restore ; 
Forgive  my  vain  repentances, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

375  p-  M.  Heber. 

"Sfjcte  fs  $oi'  fit  ^eabcn  ober  one  Sinner  tfiat 
repcntctf)." 

THERE  was  joy  in  heaven  ! 
There  was  joy  in  heaven  ! 
When  this  goodly  world  to  frame, 
The  Lord  of  light  and  mercy  came  : 
Shouts  of  joy  were  heard  on  high, 
And  the  stars  sang  from  the  sky, 
<  <  Glory  to  God  in  heaven  !  " 

2  There  was  joy  in  heaven  ! 
There  was  joy  in  heaven  ! 
When  of  love  the  midnight  beam 
Dawned  on  the  towers  of  Bethlehem ; 
And  along  the  echoing  hill 

Angels  sang  —  ' «  On  earth  good  will, 
And  glory  in  the  heaven  !  " 

3  There  is  joy  in  heaven  ! 
There  is  joy  in  heaven  ! 

When  the  sheep  that  went  astray 
Turns  again  to  virtue's  way ; 
When  the  soul  by  grace  subdued 
Sobs  its  prayer  of  gratitude, 
Then  is  there  joy  in  heaven  ! 


CHEISTIAN   VIRTUES    AND   LIFE.  251 


CHRISTIAN  VIRTUES  AND  LIFE. 

37g  C.  M.  6  1.     Anna  L.  Waring 

Seefcfns  a  £rue  SLffe. 

FATHER,  I  know  that  all  my  life 
Is  portioned  out  to  me  ; 
The  changes  that  must  surely  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see ; 
I  ask  thee  for  the  present  mind, 
Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 

2  I  ask  thee  for  a  thankful  love, 

Through  constant  watching  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  cheerful  smile, 

And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes  ; 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro, 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know ; 
I  would  be  dealt  with  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  to  go. 

4  Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  would  have  fellowship  with  hearts, 

To  keep  and  cultivate ; 
A  work  of  holy  love  to  do, 

For  him  on  whom  I  wait. 


252  MAN. 


I 


377  s-  M-  8  l-  Anonymous. 
$qv  a  2Uflf)t  Spirft. 

WANT  a  sober  mind, 
A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 
The  baits  of  pleasing  ill ; 
A  soul  inured  to  pain, 
To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss, 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain 
The  consecrated  cross. 

2  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 

A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 

3  I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  nim, 
Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward, 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name  ; 

A  zealous,  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise  ; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 

378  S.  M.    Hymns  of  the  Unity. 

X\^ITHIN  thine  altar's  shade 
▼  »      We  bend  the  shrinking  knee, 


CHRISTIAN  VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  253 

Knowing  our  weak  humanity 
Must  strengthened  be  by  thee. 

2  With  fear  that  seems  like  hope, 

And  hope  that  seems  like  fear, 
We  place  thereon  a  naked  heart, 
A  penitential  tear. 

3  We  know  that  we  are  weak, 

We  know  that  thou  art  strong : 
Grant  us  the  will  to  serve  the  right, 
The  power  to  shun  the  wrong. 

4  Act  well ;  for  every  deed 

Will  curse  you  or  will  bless  ; 

Its  influence  lingers  near  the  soul, 

And  makes  you  more  or  less. 

5  Press  on  in  duty's  path ; 

Press  on  to  nobler  life ; 
Knowing  that  he  who  made  you  men 
Is  with  you  in  the  strife. 

379  Ss>  7s>  &  4s  M-  Oliveb. 

jFor  23fbtue  caifOance  auft  Sustenance. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  ! 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand ; 

Bread  of  heaven 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountains 
Whence  the  living  waters  flow ; 


254  MAN. 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  the  journey  through. 

Strong  Deliverer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side. 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


380  c-  M-  J-  Weis*. 

2Lfbfmj  to  (Kfmst. 

THE  world  throws  wide  its  brazen  gates ; 
With  thee  we  enter  in  ; 
O,  grant  us,  in  our  humble  sphere, 
To  free  that  world  from  sin  ! 

2  We  have  one  mind  in  Christ  our  Lord, 

To  stand  and  point  above ; 
To  hurl  rebuke  at  social  wrong ; 
But  all,  O  God,  in  love. 

3  The  star  is  resting  in  the  sky  ; 

To  worship  Christ  we  came  ; 
The  moments  haste ;  O,  touch  our  tongues 
With  thy  celestial  flame  ! 

4  The  truest  worship  is  a  life  ; 

All  dreaming  we  resign  ; 
We  lay  our  offering  at  thy  feet, — 
Our  lives,  O  Christ,  are  thine  ! 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  255 

3gl  S.  M.  Herbert. 

2Ubfttflf  to  <&oU. 

rinEACH  me,  my  God  and  King, 
JL      Thy  will  in  all  to  see  : 
And  what  I  do  in  anything, 
To  do  it  as  for  thee  ! 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 

While  still  to  thee  I  tend ; 
In  all  I  do,  be  thou  the  way, 
In  all,  be  thou  the  end. 

3  All  may  of  thee  partake  : 

Nothing  so  small  can  be, 
But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  thee. 

4  If  done  beneath  thy  laws, 

E'en  servile  labors  shine ; 
Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause; 
The  meanest  work,  divine. 

3g2  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Sfje  ©fjrfstfati  3&ace. 

AWAKE,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 
-     And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey : 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 


256  MAN. 

3  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'T  is  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  ;  — 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems, 
Must  blend  in  common  dust. 


383  I"  M.  Watts. 

E\jc  ©Ijrfstfan  3&ace. 

AWAKE,  our  souls,  away  our  fears; 
Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True  't  is  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply ; 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

4  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We  '11  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heavenly  road. 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES    AND   LIFE.  257 

384  -k-  -^  ^ES*  Barbauld. 

<£fmstiaix  ©Patd^Mncsfs  ant*  3Life. 

A  WAKE,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
_i_\.     See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  Here  giant  danger  threatening  stands, 
Mustering  his  pale,  terrific  bands  ; 
There  pleasure's  silken  banner's  spread, 
And  willing  souls  are  captive  led. 

3  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  ; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

4  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground ;    , 
Deceitful  snares  beset  thee  round  ; 
Beware  of  all ;  guard  every  part ; 

But  most  the  traitor  in  thv  heart. 


3 §5  L.  M.  Watts. 

8Tfje  <Ef)ristfan  Warfare. 

ARISE,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel-armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  thy  great  Leader,  Christ,  has  gone. 

2 .  Sin  and  the  world  resist  thy  course  ; 

But  these,  my  soul,  are  vanquished  foes  ; 
For  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sang  the  triumph  when  he  rose, 


258  man. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

•And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  victor's  crown, 

And  triumph  in  Jehovah's  grace  : 
There  all  the  just,  in  chorus  joined, 
Unite  to  celebrate  his  praise. 

QOf]  CM.  Anonymous, 

&I)e  toljole  Slvmor. 

0  SPEED  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way, 
,  And  to  thy  armor  cling ; 
With  girded  loins  the  call  obey 
That  grace  and  mercy  bring. 

2  There  is  a  battle  to  be  fought, 

An  upward  race  to  run, 
A  crown  of  glory  to  be  sought, 
A  victory  to  be  won. 

3  O,  faint  not,  Christian,  for  thy  sighs 

Are  heard  before  his  throne  : 
The  race  must  come  before  the  prize, 
The  cross  before  the  crown. 

3§7  L.  M.  GasivEll, 

$ress  on. 

PRESS  on,  press  on  !  ye  sons  of  light, 
Untiring  in  your  holy  fight, 
Still  treading  each  temptation  down, 
And  battling  for  a  brio-liter  crown. 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES    AND   LIFE.  259 

2  Press  on,  press  on  !  through  toil  and  woe, 
With  calm  resolve,  to  triumph  go, 

And  make  each  dark  and  threatening;  ill 
Yield  but  a  higher  glory  stills 

3  Press  on,  press  on  !  still  look  in  faith 
To  him  who  vanquished  sin  and  death ; 

Then  shall  ye  hear  God's  word,  "  Well   done  ! " 
True  to  the  last,  press  on,  press  on  ! 


388  C-  M-  H-  K-  White. 

<I!)e  (Kfwstfatx's  €outcst,  11  est,  arife  %)o$e. 

THItOUG  H  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  way, 
Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 
The  soldiers  of  an  injured  King 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  Their  service  done,  securely  laid 
In  this  their  last  retreat, 
Unheeded  o'er  their  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

8  Yet  not  thus  lifeless  in  the  grave 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie ; 

O'er  nature's  ruins  it  shall  rise, 

To  reach  its  kindred  sky. 

4  Then  heaven's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 
Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays  ; 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  wake 
In  strains  of  endles&  r>raise. 


260  MAN. 


389  C.  M.  Watts, 

<£!)TW*;fan  ©outage  au&  <Sel£*treufal. 

Mia  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb, 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 


A1 


2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

4  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  're  slain  : 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  soon  with  Christ  shall  reign. 

5  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

390  -k.  M.  Montgomery. 

STfje  Cijrfstfan  EBtatrfor. 

T'HE  Christian  warrior,  see  him  stand 
In  the  whole  armor  of  his  God ; 
The  spirit's  sword  is  in  his  hand ; 
His  feet  are  with  the  gospel  shod  ; 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  261 

2  In  panoply  of  truth  complete, 

Salvation's  helmet  on  his  head, 
With  righteousness  a  breastplate  meet, 

And  faith's  broad  shield  before  him  spread. 

3  With  this    omnipotence  he  moves  ; 

From  this  the  alien  armies  flee ; 
Till  more  than  conqueror  he  proves, 

Through  Christ,  who  gives  him  victory. 

4  Thus  strong  in  his  Redeemer's  strength, 

Sin,  death,  and  hell  he  tramples  down, — 
Fights  the  good  fight ;  and  takes  at  length, 
Through  mercy,  an  immortal  crown. 

391  9&8M.  Arthur  Hugh  Olough. 

&#e  Struggle. 
AY  not,  the  struggle  nought  availeth, 


s 


The  labor  and  the  wounds  are  vain, 
The  enemy  faints  not  nor  faileth, 

And  as  things  have  been  they  remain.. 

2  If  hopes  were  dupes,  fears  may  be  liars  ; 

It  may  be,  in  yon  smoke  concealed, 

Your  comrades  chase  e'en  now  the  fliers, 

And,  but  for  you,  possess  the  field. 

3  For  while  the  tired  waves,  vainly  breaking, 

Seem  here  no  painful  inch  to  gain, 
Far  back,  through  creeks,  and  inlets  making, 
Comes  silent,  flooding  in,  the  main. 

4  And  not  by  eastern  windows  only, 

When  daylight  comes,  comes  in  the  light, 


262  man. 

In  front,  the  sun  climbs  slow,  how  slowly, 
But  westward,  look,  the  land  is  bright. 

392  8  &  6's  P.  M.  Whittier. 

Plan's  CEJorfts  Mloto  t)fm. 

WE  shape  ourselves  the  joy  or  fear 
Of  which  the  coming  life  is  made, 
And  fill  our  future's  atmosphere 
With  sunshine  or  with  shade. 

2  The  tissue  of  the  life  to  be 

We  weave  with  colors  all  our  own, 
And  in  the  field  of  destiny 
We  reap  as  we  have  sown. 

3  Still  shall  the  soul  around  it  call 

The  shadows  which  it  gathered  here, 
And  painted  on  the  eternal  wall 
The  past  shall  reappear. 

4  Ah,  yes  ;  we  live  our  life  again  ; 

Or  warmly  touched  or  coldly  dim, 
The  pictures  of  the  past  remain  ; 
Man's  works  shall  follow  him. 


393  P.  M.  Whittier. 

Earnest  SLtfe. 

HAST  thou,  'midst  life's  empty  noises, 
Heard  the  solemn  steps  of  time, 
And  the  low  mysterious  voices 
Of  another  clime  ? 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  263 

2  Early  hath  life's  mighty  question 

Thrilled  within  thy  heart  of  youth, 
With  a  deep  and  strong  beseeching,  — 
What,  and  where,  is  truth: 

3  Not  to  ease  and  aimless  quiet 

Doth  the  inward  answer  tend ; 
But  to  works  of  love  and  duty, 
As  our  being's  end. 

4  Earnest  toil  and  strong  endeavor 

Of  a  spirit  which  within 
Wrestles  with  familiar  evil 
And  besetting  sin,  — 

5  And  without,  with  tireless  vigor, 

Steady  heart,  and  purpose  strong, 
In  the  power  of  truth  assaileth 
Every  form  of  wrong. 


394  L.  M.  Steeling. 

©Imstfan  2§ojpe  an.Tr  Jetton. 

STILL  hope  !  still  act !    Be  sure  that  life, 
The  source  and  strength  of  every  good, 
Wastes  down  in  feeling's  empty  strife, 
And  dies  in  dreaming's  sickly  mood. 

2  To  toil,  in  tasks  however  mean, 

For  all  we  know  of  right  and  true ; 
In  this  alone  our  worth  is  seen ; 
'T  is  this  we  were  ordained  to  do. 


264  ma:\. 

395  C"  M*  Loxd.  Inquirer. 

23ncouvaucmeitt  to  Cljrfstfan  Hffort. 

SCORN  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 
Nor  deem  it  void  of  power ; 
There's  fruit  in  each  wind- wafted  seed, 
Waiting  its  natal  hour. 

2  A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart, 

And  call  it  back  to  life ; 
A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 
And  still  unholy  strife. 

3  No  act  falls  fruitless  ;  none  can  tell 

How  vast  its  power  may  be  ; 
Nor  what  results  enfolded  dwell 
Within  it  silently. 

4  Work,  and  despair  not ;  bring  thy  mite, 

Nor  care  how  small  it  be ; 
God  is  with  all  that  love  the  right, 
The  holy,  true,  and  free. 

39g  S.  31.  Montgomery. 

SUtfbe  Hfcort  to  "bo  <5oo"0. 


s 


OW  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand 


To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 
Broadcast  it  o'er  the  land  ; 


2  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES    AND   LIFE.  265 

3  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

397  L.  M.  Watts. 

Eg  tljefr  jjrutts  %z  sjjall  ftnoto  ttjem. 

"HEX  Jesus,  our  great  Master,  came 
To -teach  us  in  his  Father's  name, 
In  ever j  act,  in  every  thought, 
He  lived  the  precepts  winch  he  taught. 


"W 


2  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

3  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour,  God, 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

39g  C.  M.  Tuencii. 

eUtbfujj  antr  3£eccunit!j. 

AKE  channels  for  the  streams  of  love, 
Where  they  may  broadly  run ; 
And  love  has  overflowing  streams 
To  fill  them  every  one. 


m- 


2  But  if  at  any  time  we  cease 
Such  channels  to  provide, 
The  very  fount  of  love  for  us 
"Will  soon  be  parched  and  dried. 


2GG  MAN. 

3  For  we  must  share,  if  we  would  keep, 
That  blessing  from  above  ; 
Ceasing  to  give,  we  cease  to  have ;  — 
Such  is  the  law  of  love. 


399  9  &  4's  M.  Bowring. 

C*e  Spfrft  flfbetf)  Hffe. 

'np  IS  not  the  gift,  but 't  is  the  spirit 

J-      With  winch  't  is  given, 
That  on  the  gift  confers  a  merit, 
As  seen  by  Heaven. 

2  'T  is  not  the  prayer,  however  boldly 

It  strikes  the  ear ; 
It  mounts  in  vain,  it  falls  but  coldly, 
If  not  sincere. 

3  'T  is  not  the  deeds  the  loudest  lauded 

That  brightest  shine ; 
There's  many  a  virtue  unapplauded, 
And  yet  divine. 

4  'T  is  not  the  word  that  sounds  the  sweetest 

That's  soonest  heard ; 
A  sigh  when  humbled  thou  retreatest, 
May  be  preferred. 

5  The  outward  show  may  be  delusive, 

A  cheating  name ; 
The  inner  spirit  is  conclusive 
Of  worth  or  shame. 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LITE.  267 

AQQ  lTsM.  Anonymous. 

©t)ttstfatt  ISersebcrance. 

»  E  firm  and  be  faithful ;  desert  not  the  right ; 
The  brave  become  bolder  the  darker  the 
night ! 
Then  up  and  be  doing,  though  cowards  may  fail ; 
Thy  duty  pursuing,  dare  all  and  prevail ! 

2  If  scorn  be  thy  portion,  if  hatred  and  loss, 
If  stripes  or  a  prison,  remember  the  cross  ! 
God  watches  above  thee,  and  he  will  requite; 
Desert  those  that  love  thee,  but  never  the  right ! 

AQJ  L.  M.  Longfellow. 

Steps. 

"OTTE  have  not  wings  —  we  cannot  soar — 

T  T     But  we  have  feet  to  scale  and  climb 
By  slow  degrees  —  by  more  and  more  — 
The  cloudy  summits  of  our  time. 

2  The  heights  by  great  men  reached  and  kept 

Were  not  attained  by  sudden  flight, 
But  they  while  their  companions  slept 
Were  toiling  upward  in  the  night. 

3  Standing  on  what  too  long  we  bore, 

With  shoulders  bent  and  downcast 
We  may  discern  —  unseen  before  — 
A  path  to  higher  destinies. 

4  Nor  deem  the  irrevocable  past 

As  wholly  wasted  —  wholly  vain  — 
If, rising  on  its  wrecks,  at  last, 
To  something  nobler  we  attain. 


268  MAN. 

402  7  &  6s  M-      Ct  H*  Townsend« 

£J5?aft! 


w 


AIT  !    for  the  day  is  breaking, 
Though  the  dull  night  be  long 


Wait !  God  is  not  forsaking 

Thy  heart.  Be  strong  —  be  strong  I 


2  Wait !  and  the  clouds  of  sorrow 

Shall  melt  in  gentle  showers, 
And  hues  from  heaven  shall  borrow, 
As  they  fall  amidst  the  flowers. 

3  Wait !  'tis  the  key  to  pleasure 

And  to  the  plan  of  God ; 
O,  tarry  thou  his  leisure, 

Thy  soul  shall  bear  no  load. 

4  Wait !  for  the  time  is  hasting 

When  life  shall  be  made  clear, 
And  all  who  know  heart  wasting 
Shall  feel  that  God  is  dear. 

403  s- H- M- 

Excellence  of  jFaftT). 

FAITH  is  the  polar  star 
That  guides  the  Christian's  way, 
Directs  his  wanderings  from  afar 

To  realms  of  endless  day  : 
It  points  the  course  where'er  he  roam, 
And  safely  leads  the  pilgrim  home. 

2  Faith  is  the  rainbow's  form 

Hung  on  the  brow  of  heaven, 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  269 

The  glory  of  the  passing  storm, 

The  pledge  of  mercy  given ; 
It  is  a  bright,  triumphal  arch, 
Through  which  the  saints  to  glory  march. 

404  L.  M.  Watts. 

W8e  ©Palft  fig  JFaftt). 

Yip  13  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

JL      We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  : 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abraham,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

405  0.  M.  Bath  Cole, 

$rager  for  jFaftf). 

FOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ! 


270  MAN. 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 

But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 

Will  lean  upon  its  God ;  — 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 


When  tempests  rage  without ; 
lat  when  in  danger  knows  no  f 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt. 


4  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
And  then  whate'er  may  come, 
We  '11  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  our  eternal  home. 

406  C.  M.  Salisbury  Coll. 

£}je  Dotoer  of  jFnfrl). 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  us  from  its  snares  ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  our  cares. 

2  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 

The  healing  balm  to  give  : 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign, 
And  bids  us  seek  our  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. 

4  On  that  bright  prospect  may  we  rest 

Till  this  frail  body  dies  ; 


CHRISTIAN  VIRTUES   AND    LIFE.  271 

And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
To  endless  glory  rise, 

d,07  Ij-  M.  Montqombey. 

2Tfje  Christian  traces, 

T7AITH,  hope,  and  charity,  these  three ; 
JL       Yet  is  the  greatest  charity ; 
Father  of  lights,  these  gifts  impart 
To  mine  and  every  human  heart, 

2  Faith,  that  in  prayer  can  never  fail ; 
Hope,  that  o'er  doubting  must  prevail ; 
And  charity,  whose  name  above, 

Is  God'  s  own  name,  for  God  is  love* 

3  The  morning  star  is  lost  in  light. 
Faith  vanishes  at  perfect  sight ; 
The  rainbow  passes  with  the  storm. 
And  hope  with  sorrow's  fading  form. 

4  But  charity,  serene,  sublime, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  death  and  time, 
Like  the  blue  sky's  all-bounding  space. 
Holds  heaven  and  earth  in  its  embrace. 


408  L- M-  Watt& 

0U  tfimas  Vmx  toft&out  3Lobe. 

~AD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 


ir 


272  MAN. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell ; 
Or,  could  my  faith  the  world  remove. 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store, 
To  feed  the  cravings  of  the  poor ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name ; 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 


409  C.  M.  WATra 

2Tf)e  Kmjportancc  nnlt  influence  of  2Labc. 

APPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign. 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 


H 


2  Knowledge,  alas  !  't  is  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  : 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign  ? 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings  y 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  brightest  realms  of  bliss. 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  273* 

41Q  L.  M.  Watts. 

3Lobe  tj  <£o}j  an&  out*  Ncifltjbut*. 

nPHLTS  saitli  the  first,  the  great  command, 
-S-      * <  Let  all  thy  inward  powers  unite 
To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
With  sacred  fervor  and  delight. 

2  "  Then  shall  thy  neighbor  next  in  place 
Share  thine  affections  and  esteem ; 
And  let  thy  kindness  to 'thyself 
Define  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 


G' 


A1 1  7's  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 

jFov  SStotftci'ls  2Lobe. 

^_QD  of  love,  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  Son  agree ; 
Show  to  us  the  Prince  of  Peace ; 
Bid  our  jars  forever  cease. 
By  thy  reconciling  love, 
Every  stumbling-block  remove ; 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear, 
Come,  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 

Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind ; 
Lowly,  meek,  in  thought  and  word. 
Altogether  like  Our  Lord. 
Let  us  for  each  other  care  ; 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear ; 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give ; 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 


274  MAN. 

412  C.  M.  Methodist  Coll. 

J&utual  0F&. 

HELP  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 
Each  other's  cross  to  bear ; 
Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 
And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

2  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  stock  improve ; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

3  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 


IT 


4J3  H-  M*  Montgomery. 

aSrotljerl^  2Lobe.    $3s.  Cftjcfff. 

OW  beautiful  the  sight 
Of  brethren  who  agree 
In  friendship  to  unite 
And  bonds  of  charity  ! 
T  is  like  the  precious  ointment  shed 
O'er  all  his  robes  from  Aaron's  head. 

Tis  like  the  dews  that  fill 

The  cup  of  Ilermon's  liowers  ; 
Or  Zion's  fruitful  hill, 

Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers ; 
When  mingling  odors  breathe  around, 
And  glory  rests  on  all  the  ground. 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  275 

3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 
Blessings,  a  boundless  store. 
From  his  unsparing  hands, 
Yea,  life  for  evermore. 
Thrice  happy  they  that  meet  above, 
To  spend  eternity  in  love  ! 

414  L*  ^*  Whittibr. 

tf&ercg  atrti  not  Sacrifice. 

OTHOU,  at  whose  rebuke  the  grave 
Back  to  warm  life  the  sleeper  gave, 
Who,  waking,  saw  with  joy,  above, 
A  brother's  face  of  tenderest  love  ;  — 

2  Thou,  unto  whom  the  blind  and  lame, 
The  sorrowing  and  the  sin-sick  came ; 
The  burden  of  thy  holy  faith, 

Was  love  and  life,  not  hate  and  death. 

3  O,  once  again  thy  healing  lay 

On  the  blind  eyes  which  know  thee  not, 
And  let  the  light  of  thy  pure  day 
Shine  in  upon  the  darkened  thought ! 

4  O,  touch  the  hearts  of  men,  and  show 
The  power  which  in  forbearance  lies ; 
And  let  them  learn  that  mercy  now 

Is  better  than  old  sacrifice. 

415  &  M.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

«  Blessed  arc  t$e  #&ercfful." 

BLEST  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 
Feels  all  mother's  pain ; 


276  maw. 

To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain  :  — 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmth 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow ; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

4  Peace  from  the  bosom  of  his  God 

The  Saviour's  grace  shall  give  ; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 

41  g  L.  M.  Scott, 

HAPPY  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast 
Clear  as  the  summer's  evening  ray, 
Calm  as  the  regions  of  the  blest, 
Enjoys  on  earth  celestial  day. 

2  His  heart  no  broken  friendships  sting, 

No  storms  his  peaceful  tent  invade  ; 
He  rests  beneath  tlr*  Almighty  wing, 
Hostile  to  none,  of  none  afraid. 

3  Spirit  of  grace,  all  meek  and  mild, 

Inspire  our  breasts,  our  souls  possess  ; 
Repel  each  passion  rude  and  wild, 
And  bless  us  as  wc  aim  to  bless. 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES    AND   LIFE.  277 

^\*J  L.  M.  6 1.  Montgomery. 

THE  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing, 
Builds  on  the  ground  her  lowly  nest : 
And  she  that  doth  most  sweetly  sing 

Sings  in  the  shade  when  all  things  rest :  — 
In  lark  and  nightingale  we  see 
What  honor  hath  humility. 

2  When  Mary  chose  the  better  part, 

She  meekly  sat  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
And  Lydia's  gently  opened  heart 

Was  made  for  God's  own  temple  meet :  — 
Fairest  and  best  adorned  is  she, 
Whose  clothing  is  humility. 

3  The  saint  that  wears  heaven's  brightest  crown, 

In  deepest  adoration  bends  ; 
The  weight  of  glory  bows  him  down, 

Then  most,  when  most  his  soul  ascends ; 
Nearest  the  throne  itself  must  be 
The  footstool  of  humility. 

41g  O.  M.  Logan. 

HAPPY  is  the  man  who  hears 
Instruction's  warning  voice ; 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  Her  treasures  are  of  more  esteem 
Than  east  or  west  unfold ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  all  their  mines  of  gold. 


278  man. 

3  In  her  right  hand  she  holds  to  view 

A  length  of  happy  days  ; 
Riches  with  splendid  honors  joined, 
Her  left  hand  full  displays 

4  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 

5  According  as  her  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase  : 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 


419  L.  M.  Sir  H.  Wottok. 

£fje  Jhrtepcirtient  antr  ^appa?  £Bati. 
"OW  happy  is  he  born  or  taught 
.     Who  serveth  not  another's  will ! 
Whose  armor  is  his  honest  thought, 
And  simple  truth  his  highest  skill. 


H 


2  Whose  passions  not  his  masters  are ; 

Whose  soul  is  still  prepared  for  death ; 
Not  tied  unto  the  world  with  care 
Of  prince's  car  or  vulgar  breath  ; 

3  Who  God  doth  late  and  early  pray 

More  of  his  grace  than  goods  to  lend, 
And  walks  with  man  from  day  to  day, 
As  with  a  brother  and  a  friend. 

4  This  man  is  freed  from  servile  bands 

Of  hope  to  rise,  or  fear  to  fall ; 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  279 

Lord  of  himself,  though  not  of  lands, 
And  having  nothing,  yet  hath  all. 

420  S.  M.  Frothinqham. 

Strength 

"  T\rHEN  !  am  weak,  I'm  strong," 

y  t       The  great  apostle  cried ; 
What  did  not- to  the  earth  belong, 
The  might  of  heaven  supplied. 

2  ' '  When  I  am  weak,I  'm  strong," 

Each  Christian  heart  repeats, 
To  tune  its  feeblest  breath  to  song, 
And  fire  its  languid  beats. 

3  O,  holy  strength  !  whose  ground 

Is  in  the  heavenly  land ; 
Supporting  help  alone  is  found 
In  God's  immortal  hand. 

4  O,  blessed  !  that  appears 

When  fleshly  aids  are  spent, 
And  girds  the  mind,  when  most  it  fears. 
With  trust  and  sweet  content. 


421  10  &  ll's  M.     W.  H.  Hurlburt. 

Strength  m  S2?eafcnes#. 
"XTSTE  will  not  weep ;  for  God  is  standing  by 

And  tears  will  blind  us  to  the  blessed  sight ; 
We  will  not  doubt,  if  darkness  still  doth  try  us, 
Our  souls  have  promise  of  serenest  light. 


280  MAN. 

2  We  will  not  faint ;  if  heavy  burdens  bind  us, 

They  press  no  harder  than  our  souls  can  bear ; 
The  thorniest  way  is  lying  still  behind  us ; 
We  shall  be  braver  for  the  past  despair. 

3  O  not  in  doubt  shall  be  our  journey's  ending, 

Sin  with  its  fears  shall  leave  us  at  the  last ; 
All  its  blest  hopes  in  glad  fulfilment  blending, 
Life  shall  be  with  us  when  the  death  is  past. 

4  Help  us,  O  Father !  when  the  world  is  pressing 

On  our  frail  hearts  that  faint  without  their 
friend ; 
Help  us,  O  Father  !  let  thy  constant  blessing 
Strengthen  our  weakness,  till  the  joyous  end. 


422  s-  M-  Scott. 

JJrfbate  SuTJsmcnt  antr  Skcountatnlftj?. 

IMPOSTUKE  shrinks  from  light, 
And  dreads  the  curious  eye ; 
But  sacred  truths  the  test  invite, 
They  bid  us  search  and  try. 

2  With  understanding  blest,. 

Created  to  be  free, 
Our  faith  on  man  we  dare  not  rest? 
Subject  to  none  but  thee. 

3  Lord,  give  the  light  we  need  ; 

Our  minds  with  knowledge  fill ; 
From  noxious  error  guard  our  creed, 
From  prejudice  our  will. 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIEE.  281 

4  The  truth  thou  shalt  impart, 
May  we  with  firmness  own ; 
Abhorring  each  evasive  art, 
And  fearing  thee  alone. 

423  k.  M.  Anonymous. 

€Jmtftafcle  Stitrgment. 

OMNISCIENT  God,  'tis  thine  to  know 
The  springs  whence  wrong  opinions  flow ; 
To  judge  from  principles  within 
When  frailty  errs,  and  when  we  sin. 

2  Who  with  another's  eye  can  read, 
Or  worship  by  another's  creed? 
Revering  thy  command  alone, 
We  humbly  seek  and  use  our  own. 

3  If  wrong,  forgive ;  accept,  if  right, 
WhUstjfaithful,  we  obey  our  light ; 
And,judging  none,  are  zealous  still 
To  follow  as  to  learn  thy  will. 

4  When  shall  our  happy  eyes  behold 
Thy  people  fashioned  in  thy  mould  ? 
And  charity  our  kindred  prove 
Derived  from  thee,  O  God  of  love. 

424  C#    M'  DODDMDQB. 

E$e  perfect  Sato,  of  Sffcettj). 

BEHOLD  that  wise,  that  perfect  law, 
Which  noblest  freedom  gives  : 
O  may  it  all  our  souls  refine, 
And  sanctify  our  lives  ! 


282  MAN. 

2  Not  with  a  transient  glance  surveyed, 

And  in  an  hour  forgot, 
But  deep  inscribed  on  every  hearty 
To  reign  o'er  every  thought. 

3  Great  Author  of  each  perfect  gift  I 

Thy  gracious  power  display, 
That  our  ungrateful,  wandering  hearts 
May  hearken  and  obey. 


425  0.  M.  W.  S.  La»dor 

Content. 

WHY,  why  repine ,  O  pensive  friend. 
At  pleasures  slipped  away  ? 
Some  the  stern  fates  will  never  lend7 
And  all  refuse  to  stay. 

2  I  see  the  rambow  in  the  sky. 

The  dew  upon  the  grass  : 
I  see  them,  and  I  ask  not  why 
They  glimmer  or  they  pass. 

3  With  folded  arms  I  linger  not 

To  call  them  back  ;  't  were  vain  5 
In  this,  or  in  some  other  spot, 
I  know  they  '11  shine  again. 

42  g  0.  P.  M.  Cottok. 

Contentment  antt  Skesfonatfon. 

IF  solid  happiness  we  prize, 
Within  our  breasts  the  jewel  lies  , 
Nor  need  we  roam  abroad  5 


CHRISTIAN   VIETtES   AND  LIFE.  283 

The  world  has  little  to  bestow ; 
From  pious  hearts  our  joys  must  flows 
Hearts  that  delight  in  God. 

To  be  resigned  when  ills  betide,, 
Patient  when  favors  are  denied, 

And  pleased  with  favors  given ; 
This  is  the  wise,  the  virtuous  part  | 
This  is  that  incense  of  the  heart, 

Whose  fragrance  reaches  heaven. 


427  c-  M-  Exeter  Coli 

W$z  Mftumce  of  5Btafcftual  ilfetg. 

BLEST  is  the  man  who  fears  the  Lord  I 
His  well-established  mind, 
In  every  varying  scene  of  life, 
Shall  true  composure  find. 

2  Oft  through  the  deep  and  stormy  sea 

The  heavenly  footsteps  lie  ; 
But  on  a  glorious  world  beyond 
His  faith  can  fix  its  eye. 

3  Though  dark  his  present  prospects  be5 

And  sorrows  round  him  dwell, 
Yet  hope  can  whisper  to  his  soul, 
That  all  shall  issue  well. 

4  Full  in  the  presence  of  his  God? 

Through  every  scene  he  goes  % 
And,  fearing  him,  no  other  fear 
His  steadfast  bosom  knows. 


284  MAN. 

428  L-  M-  G-  Rogers. 
3S  elfflfon. 

RELIGION  !  in  its  blessed  ray 
All  thought  of  hopeless  sorrow  flies  : 
Despair  and  anguish  melt  away 

Where'er  its  healing  beams  arise. 
How  dark  our  sinful  world  would  be  • — 

A  flowerless  desert,  dry  and  drear  ! 
Did  not  this  light,  O  God,  from  thee, 
Its  gloom  dispel,  its  aspect  cheer. 

2  Oh  !  by  it  many  a  heart  is  soothed, 

Which  else  would  be  with  sorrow  crushed, 
And  many  a  dying  pillow  smoothed, 

And  sob  of  parting  anguish  hushed. 
Across  the  troubled  sky  of  time 

It  doth  the  bow  of  promise  bend, 
A  symbol  of  that  cloudless  clime 

That  waits  the  soul  when  time  shall  end 

3  Religion  !  may  its  holy  light 

Our  footsteps  guide  to  paths  of  peace  ! 
Our  solace  in  deep  sorrow's  night, 

Our  stay  as  mortal  powers  decrease. 
With  this  our  guide,  we  care  not  when 

Death's  signal  to  depart  is  given  ; 
Its  word  shall  bring  our  spirits  then 

The  calm  and  holy  peace  of  heaven. 

429  C.  M.  Fawcett. 

Emjortatice  of  3*clfjjfou 

RELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
1     Of  mortals  here  below  ; 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  285 


May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 


Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 


c 


2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows  ; 
Not  reputation,  food,  or  health 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Beligion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom ; 
'T  will  fit  us  for  declining  a^e 
And  for  th'  approaching  tomb. 

4  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 

Be  my  Bedeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own. 


430  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

.7~E  wait  in  faith,  in  prayer  we  wait, 
Until  the  happy  hour 
When  God  shall  ope  the  morning  gate, 
By  his  almighty  power. 


"W 


We  wait  in  faith,  and  turn  our  face 

To  where  the  daylight  snrinjjs  ; 
Till  he  shall  come  earth's  gloom  to  chase, 


With  healing  on  his  wings, 


3  And  even  now,  amid  the  gray, 
The  east  is  brightening  fast, 
And  kindling  to  that  perfect  day, 
Which  never  shall  be  past. 


286  MAN. 

4  We  wait  in  faith,  we  wait  in  prayer, 

Till  that  blest  day  shall  shine, 
When  earth  shall  fruits  of  Eden  bear. 
And  all,  0  God,  be  thine  ! 

5  O,  guide  us  till  our  night  is  done ! 

Until,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Thou,  Lord,  our  everlasting  sun, 
Art  shining  evermore ! 

43  J  C.  M.  M.  W.  Hale. 

S^e  $ure  j^eart. 

WHATEVER  dims  thy  sense  of  truth, 
Or  stains  thy  purity, 
Though  light  as  breath  of  summer  air, 
Count  it  as  sin  to  thee. 

2  Preserve  the  tablet  of  thy  thoughts 

From  every  blemish  free, 
While  the  Redeemer's  lowly  faith 
Its  temple  makes  with  thee. 

3  And  pray  of  God,  that  grace  be  given 

To  tread  time's  narrow  way  :  — 
How  dark  soever  it  may  be, 
It  leads  to  cloudless  day. 


AQO  C.  M.  Hartford  Seleo. 

Jiafla?  3lffe  fit  ©otr 
COULD  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 
A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then  would  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 


o 


While  leaning  on  his  word. 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  287 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day, 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  never  take  away. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 
That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

433  S.  M.  L.  H.  Sigoubh*y. 

^ctfbe  $fetg. 

SEKVANTS  of  Christ, arise, 
And  gird  you  for  the  toil : 
The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  Go  where  the  sick  recline, 

Where  mourning  hearts  deplore ; 
And  where  the  sons  of  sorrow  pine, 
Dispense  your  hallowed  lore. 

3  Urge,  with  a  tender  zeal, 

The  erring  child  alone:, 
Where  peaceful  congregations  kneel, 
And  pious  teachers  throng. 

4  Be  faith,  which  looks  above, 

With  prayer,  your  constant  guest. 
And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless  love 
A  mantle  round  your  breast. 

5  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth, 

That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil, 


288      '  MAN. 

And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 


c 


A  oa  7's  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 

»  fi  tofll  tljat  ffim  jjrag  ebergtoljere." 

IHILD,  amidst  the  flowers  at  play, 
"While  the  red  light  fades  away ; 
Mother,  with  thine  earnest  eye 
Ever  following  silently ; 
Father,  by  the  breeze  of  eve 
Called  thy  daily  work  to  leave  ; 
Pray  !  ere  yet  the  dark  hours  be — 
Lift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee  ! 

2  Traveller,  in  the  stranger's  land, 
Far  from  thine  own  household  band ; 
Mourner,  haunted  by  the  tone 
Of  a  voice  from  this  world  gone ; 
Captive,  in  whose  narrow  cell 
Sunshine  hath  not  leave  to  dwell ; 
Sailor,  on  the  darkening  sea  — 
Lift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee  ! 

435  7's  &  s's  M-  Bowring. 

"  ?Qe  ttjat  toalitctlj  ujmflijtljj  toalftcti)  suvcl£." 

E  who  walks  in  virtue's  way, 

Firm  and  fearless,  walketh  surely  ; 
Diligent,  while  yet  'tis  day, 

On  he  speeds,  and  speeds  securely. 

2  Flowers  of  peace  beneath  him  grow, 
Suns  of  pleasure  brighten  o'er  him  ; 
Memory's  joys  behind  him  go, 

Hope's  sweet  angels  fly  before  him. 


CHRISTIAN   VIRTUES   AND   LIFE.  Wft 

3  Thus  he  moves  from  stage  to  stage, 

Smiles  of  earth  and  heaven  attending ; 
Softly  sinking  down  in  age, 

And  at  last  to  death  descending. 

4  Cradled  in  its  quiet  deep, 

Calm  as  summer's  loveliest  even, 
He  shall  sleep  the  hallowed  sleep ; 
Sleep  that  is  o'erwatched  by  Heaven. 

43 g  T'sM.  C.  Wesley. 

«*  2Tljat  t\jcs  also  mag  fce  one  fix  us." 

LOED,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Perfecting  the  church  below  I 
Steadfast  may  we  cleave  to  thee : 
Love  the  mystic  union  be. 
Join  our  faithful  spirits,  join 
Each  to  each,  and  all  to  thine  : 
Lead  us  through  the  paths  of  peace, 
On  to  perfect  holiness. 

2  Sweetly  may  we  all  agree, 
Touched  with  softest  sympathy : 
There  is  neither  bond  nor  free, 
Great  nor  servile,  Lord,  in  thee  ; 
Love,  like  death,  hath  all  destroyed, 
Rendered  all  distinctions  void  ! 
Names,  and  sects,  and  parties  fall : 
Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  in  all ! 

437  S-  M'  BULMNOH. 

iEije  2Ese  of  present  ©wottutiftfes, 
/pHILDREN  of  light,  awake  ! 
v7     At  Jesus'  call  arise, 


290  MAN. 

Forth  with  your  leader  to  partake 
His  toil,  his  victories. 

2  Ye  must  not  idly  stand, 

His  sacred  voice  who  hear  ; 
Arm  for  the  strife  the  feeble  hand, 
The  holy  standard  rear. 

3  Nought  doth  the  world  afford, 

But  toil  must  be  the  price ; 
Wilt  thou  not,  servant  of  the  Lord, 
Then  toil  for  paradise  ? 

4  Awake,  ye  sons  of  light ! 

Strive  till  the  prize  be  won ; 
Far  spent  already  is  the  night ; 
The  day  comes  brightening  on. 


CHRISTIAN  ASPIRATIONS  AND  EXERCISES. 

438  7's  M.  6  1.  Montgomery. 

2Tf)e  Soul  panting  for  <£otr. 

AS  the  hart,  with  eager  looks, 
Panteth  for  the  waterbrooks, 
So  my  soul,  athirst  for  thee, 
Pants  the  living  God  to  see  ; 
When,  O  when,  with  filial  fear, 
Lord,  shall  I  to  thee  draw  near? 

2  Why  art  thou  cast  down,  my  soul? 
God,  thy  God,  shall  make  thee  whole : 
Why  art  thou  disquieted  ? 
God  shall  lift  thy  fallen  head, 


CHRISTIAN    ASPIRATIONS   AND    EXERCISES.  291 


And  his  countenance  benign 


Be  the  savins:  health  of  thine. 


o 


L' 


439  8  &  7's  M.  Wesleyan. 

SSLobe  33fbfne. 

OVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  d^Yelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Father  !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  longing  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe,  thy  loving  spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 
Come,  almighty  to  .deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ; 
Graciously  come  down,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave  ! 

44Q  7  &  6's  M.  Anonymous. 

3£tfsma  tofoarUs  2§eabeit. 

RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place ; 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay  ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Eise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 


292  MAN. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Noi  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire  ascending,  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source ; 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

44J  P.  M.  Moore. 

2Hje  ^cart's  ^rager. 

AS  down  in  the  sunless  retreats  of  the  ocean, 
Sweet  flowers   are  springing  no  mortal 
can  see, 
So,  deep  in  my  soul,  the  still  prayer  of  devotion, 
Unheard  by  the  world,  rises,  silent,  to  thee, 
My  God  !  silent,  to  thee, — 
Pure,  warm,  silent,  to  thee. 

2  As   still   to    the   star  of  its    worship,  though 
clouded, 
The  needle  points  faithfully  o'er  the  dim  sea, 
So,  dark  when  I   roam,  in  this  wintry  world 
shrouded, 
The  hope  of  my  spirit  turns,  trembling,  to  thee, 
My  God  !  trembling,  to  thee,  — 
True,  sure,  trembling,  to  thee. 

442  R  M-         Sarah.  F.  Adams, 

Wearer  to  £l)ce. 
IVTEAREPv,  my  God,  to  thee, 
-L  l      Nearer  to  thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
That  raiseth  me ; 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS    ANL>   EXERCISES.  293 

"  Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,— 
Nearer  to  thee  ! 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

3  There  let  the  way  appear, 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 

Bethel  I'll  raise; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee ; 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot. 

Upward  I  fly ; 
Still,  all  my  song  shall  be,  — 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 


294  MAN. 

AAQ  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

TOmt  is  -©rager? 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire , 
Uttered  or  unexpressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try, 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
The  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death ; 
•    He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry  ' '  Behold  he  prays  ! " 


4  JH^  7  &  6's  M.  Edin.  Lit.  Eeview. 

|Jt<ii>  toftftout  ceasfnjj. 

O  when  the  morning  shineth, 
Go  when  the  noon  is  bright, 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 
Go  in  the  hush  of  night ; 


G' 


CHRISTIAN    ASPIRATIONS    AXD    EXERCISES.  295 

Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Cast  earthly  thought  away. 
And,  in  thy  closet  kneeling, 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

2  Remember  all  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee  ; 
Pray,  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be  ; 
Then  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  blend  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Or,  if  5t  is  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee 

When  friends  are  round  thy  way, 
E'en  then  the  silent  breathing, 

Thy  spirit  raised  above, 
Will  reach  his  throne  of  glory, 

Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

4  O,  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

With  this  can  we  compare,  — ■ 
The  grace  our  Father  gave  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer  i 
Whene'er  thou  pin'st  in  sadness^ 

Before  his  footstool  fall ; 
Rf  member,  in  thy  gladness, 

His  love  who  gave  thee  all. 


296  MAK. 

4i45  7's  M.         Methodist  Coll. 

&  ©nil  to  Jfrage*. 

T^HEY  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace 
Find  that  throne  in  every  place ; 
If  we  love  a  life  of  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

2  In  our  sickness,  in  our  health  ; 
In  our  want  or  in  our  wealth, 
If  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

3  When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  woes  of  life  prevail, 
'T  is  the  time  for  earnest  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

4  Then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait, 
To  thy  Father  come  and  wait ; 
He  will  answer  every  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

44g  C.  M.  Faber, 

Bfstractfott  fn  tyvavcx. 

HAD  I,  dear  Lord !  no  pleasure  found 
But  in  the  thought  of  thee ; 
Prayer  would  have  come  unsought,  and  been 
A  truer  liberty. 

2  Yet  thou  art  oft  most  present,  Lord  ! 
In  weak,  distracted  prayer ; 
A  sinner  out  of  heart  with  self, 
Most  often  finds  thee  there. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  297 

3  And  prayer  that  humbles,  sets  the  soul 

From  all  illusions  free  ; 
And  teaches  it  how  utterly, 
Dear  Lord  !  it  hangs  on  thee. 

4  These  surface  troubles  come  and  go, 

Like  rufflings  of  the  sea  ; 
The  deeper  depth  is  out  of  reach 
To  all,  my  God,  but  thee  ! 


didHf  ®"  ^*  Anonymous. 

Ety  stfll  small  Voice. 

SWEET  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 
In  earnest  pleading  flows  : 
Devotion  dwells  upon  the  theme, 
And  warm  and  warmer  glows. 

2  Faith  grasps  the  blessing  she  desires, 

Hope  points  the  upward  gaze  ; 
And  love,  untrembling  love,  inspires 
The  eloquence  of  praise. 

3  But  sweeter  far  the  still  small  voice, 

Heard  by  no  human  ear, 
When  God  hath  made  the  heart  rejoice, 
And  dried  the  bitter  tear. 

4  Nor  accents  flow,  nor  words  ascend ; 

All  utterance  faileth  there  ; 
But  listening  spirits  comprehend, 
And  God  accepts  the  prayer. 


298  MAN. 


c 


A  a  o  C.  H.  M.  Anonymous. 

©erne,  let  us  $raa>. 
IOME,  let  us  pray  :  'tis  sweet  to  feel 
That  God  himself  is  near  : 
That,  while  we  at  his  footstool  kneel, 

His  mercy  deigns  to  hear  : 
Though  sorrows  cloud  life's  dreary  way, 
This  is  our  solace  —  let  us  pray. 

Come,  let  us  pray  ;  the  burning  brow, 
The  heart  oppressed  with  care, 

And  all  the  woes  that  throng  us  now, 
Will  be  relieved  by  prayer  : 

Our  God  will  chase  our  griefs  away ; 

O,  glorious  thought !  —  come,  let  us  pray. 

Come,  let  us  pray  :  the  mercy-seat 

Invites  the  fervent  prayer, 
Our  heavenly  Father  waits  to  greet 

The  contrite  spirit  there  : 
O,  loiter  not,  nor  longer  stay 
From  him  who  loves  us  ;  let  us  pray. 


449 


P.  M.  Anonymous. 

"2Ceac!)  us  to  $raa>." 

TEACH  us  to  pray  ! 
O  Father,  we  look  up  to  thee, 
And  this  our  one  request  shall  be, 
Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

2  Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

A  form  of  words  will  not  suffice, 
The  heart  must  bring  its  sacrifice  : 
Teach  us  to  pray  ! 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  299 

3  Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

To  whom  shall  we,  thy  children, turn? 
Teach  us  the  lesson  we  should  learn ; 
Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

4  Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

To  thee  alone  our  hearts  look  up, 
Prayer  is  our  only  door  of  hope, 
Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

45  Q  L.  M.  Pope's  Coll. 

££e  ZLoxVs  Meager. 

FATHER,  adored  in  worlds  above  ! 
Thy  glorious  name  be  hallowed  still ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  in  truth  and  love ; 
And  earth,  like  heaven,  obey  thy  will. 

2  Lord,  make  our  daily  wants  thy  care  ; 

Forgive  the  sins  which  we  forsake ; 
In  thy  compassion  let  us  share, 
As  fellow-men  of  ours  partake. 

3  Evils  beset  us  every  hour,  — 

Thy  kind  protection  we  implore  ; 
Thine  is  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power, 
The  glory  thine  for  evermore. 

451  8-  ^-  Montgomery. 

^UK  heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  prayer  we  offer  now ; 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near ; 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 


300  MAN. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 

On  earth  he  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 

While  by  thy  word  we  live  ; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power 

Our  feeble  hearts  defend  : 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine,  then,  forever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine  ; 
The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  arc  thine. 

452  CM.  Wesley's  Colt, 

••SCtJg.Bfnfltrom  come." 

FATHER  of  me  and  all  mankind, 
And  all  the  hosts  above, 
Let  every  understanding  mind 
Unite  to  praise  thy  love. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come,  with  power  and  grace 

To  every  heart  of  man  ; 
Thy  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 
In  all  our  bosoms  reign  : 

3  The  righteousness  that  never  ends, 

But  makes  an  end  of  sin  : 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  301 

The  joy  that  human  thought  transcends, 
Into  our  souls  brin^  in  : 

4  The  kingdom  of  established  peace, 
Which  can  no  more  remove ; 
The  perfect  power  of  godliness, 
Th'  omnipotence  of  love. 


453  6's  M.  H.  Bonar. 

m$  Will  bz  Trone. 

THY  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 
However  dark  it  be  ! 
Lead  me  by  thine  own  hand, 
Choose  out  the  path  for  me* 

2  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  thine  ;  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  thine ; 

Else  I  must  surely  stray. 

3  Choose  thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health  ; 
Choose  thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 

4  Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  thou  my  guide,  my  strength, 
My  wisdom,  and  my  all ! 


30 2  MAN. 

4,54  "^'  ^"  Doddridge. 

KJj  WfH  be  fconc. 

THY  will  be  done  !   In  devious  way 
The  hurrying  stream  of  life  may  run ; 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say, 
"  Our  Father,  may  thy  will  be  done." 

2  Thy  will  be  done  !  If  o'er  us  shine 

A  glad  ning  and  a  prosperous  sun, 
This  prayer  will  make  it  more  divine  : 
"  Our  Father,  may  thy  will  be  done." 

3  Thy  will  be  done  !    Though  shrouded  o'er 

Our  path  with  gloom,  all  prayers  in  one 
Our  souls  before  thy  tin-one  shall  pour, — 
"  Our  Father,  let  thy  will  be  done.*' 

4  Thy  will  be  done  !    The  living  way 

To  thine  own  kingdom  is  begun, 
Continued,  ended,  when  we  pray, 
"  Our  Father,  let  thv  will  be  done." 


455  8  &  -i's  Iff.  Whither. 

Zbv  Et'fll  be  Sone. 

"TT^F  see  not,  know  not :  all  our  way 

m      Is  night.  —  with  thee  alone  is  day  : 
From  out  the  torrent's   troubled  drift, 
Above  the  storm  our  prayers  we  lift, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

2  A  Ye  take  with  solemn  thankfulness 
Our  burden  up.  nor  ask  it  less, 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  303 

And  count  it  joy  that  even  we 
May  suffer,  serve,  or  wait  for  thee, 
Whose  will  be  done  ! 

3  Strike,  thou  the  Master,  we  thy  keys, 
The  anthem  of  the  destinies  ! 
The  minor  of  thy  loftier  strain, 
Our  hearts  shall  breathe  the  old  refrain, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

456  L.  M.  Jane  Eoscob. 
Cfje  33fttcr  Cup. 

THY  will  be  done  !  I  will  not  fear 
The  fate  provided  by  thy  love ; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  shroud  me  here, 
I  know  that  all  is  bright  above. 

2  The  stars  of  heaven  are  shining  on, 

Though  these  frail  eyes  are  dimmed  with  tears  ; 
And  though  the  hopes  of  earth  be  gone, 
Yet  are  not  ours  the  immortal  years  ? 

3  Father  !   forgive  the  heart  that  clings, 

Thus  trembling,  to  the  things  of  time ; 
And  bid  the  soul,  on  angel  wings, 
Ascend  into  a  purer  clime. 

457  7  &  6's  1L  Condeb. 
©fibe  us  our  Sails  33reao\ 

,  AY  by  day  the  manna  fell  : 
O,  to  leam  this  lesson  well ! 
Still  by  constant  mercy  fed, 
Give  us,  Lord,  our  daily  bread. 


D 


304  MAX. 

2  * '  Day  by  day  "  the  promise  reads  ; 
Daily  strength  for  daily  needs ; 
Cast  foreboding-  tears  away  ; 
Take  the  manna  of  to-day  ! 

3  Lord,  our  times  are  in  thy  hand ; 
All  our  sanguine  hopes  have  planned ; 
To  thy  wisdom  we  resign, 

And  would  mould  our  wills  to  thine. 

4  Thou  our  daily  task  shalt  give ; 
Day  by  day  to  thee  we  give ; 
So  shall  added  years  fulfil 

Not  our  own,  our  Father's  will. 


458  C-  M*  r°PK' 

Jftagtt  fou  DfWnc  (Sufdance. 

] RATHER  of  all !  whose  cares  extend 
To  earth's  remotest  shore, 
Through  every  age  let  praise  ascend, 
And  every  clime  adore. 

2  Mean  though  I  am,  not  wholly  so, 

Since  quickened  by  thy  breath ; 
Lord,  lead  me  wheresoe'er  I  go, 
Through  this  day's  life  or  death. 

3  Teach  me  to  feel  another's  woe, 

To  hide  the  fault  I  see ; 

That  mercy  I  to  others  show, 

That  mercy  show  to  me. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  305 

4  If  I  am  right,  thy  grace  impart 

Still  in  the  right,  to  stay ; 
If  I  am  wrong,  O  teach  my  heart 
To  find  that  better  way. 

5  What  conscience  dictates  to  be  done, 

Or  warns  me  not  to  do, 
This  teach  me  more  than  hell  to  shun. 
That  more  than  heaven  pursue. 


459  irs&5'sM.  Boweing. 

FROM  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit, 
Our  humble  prayer  ascends  ;    O    Father  ! 
\  hear  it, 

Ups  oaring  on  the  wings  of  love  and    meekness  ; 
Forgive*  its  weakness  ! 

2  We  see  thy  hand ;  it  leads  us,  it  supports  us  ; 
We  hear  thy  voice  ;  it  counsels  and  it  courts  us  ; 
And  then  we  turn  away  ;  and  still  thy  kindness 
Forgives  our  blindness. 


3  O  how  long-suffering,  Lord  !   but  thou  delightest 
To  win   with    love   the    wandering;    thou  in-. 

vitest, 
By  smiles  of  mercy,  not  by  frowns  or  terrors, 
Man  from  his  errors. 

4t  Father  and  Saviour !  plant  within  each  bosom 
The  seeds  of  holiness,  and  bid  them  blossom 
In  fragrance  and  in  beauty  bright  and  vernal, 
And  spring  eternal. 
20 


300  MAN. 


460  7's  M.  0.  T.  BB00K8. 

GT&rtstfati  3lobe. 

OVE  all  creatures  in  his  name 
From  whose  love  all  being  came, 


L' 


o 

And  through  life  and  nature  trace 
Everywhere  his  will  and  grace. 

Then,  my  heart,  thy  peace  shall  be 
Like  a  stream  that,  full  and  free, 
Nourished  by  the  heavenly  wells, 
On  toward  heaven's  broad  ocean  swells. 


4gJ  C.  M.  Bryant. 

IBMnz  ^ftr  fmplorclf. 

GOD  !  whose  dread  and  dazzling  brow 
Love  never  yet  forsook, 
On  those  who  seek  thy  presence  now, 
In  deep  compassion  look. 


o 


2  For  many  a  frail  and  erring  heart 

Is  in  thy  holy  sight, 
And  feet  too  willing  to  depart 
From  the  plain  way  of  right. 

3  Yet  pleased  the  humble  prayer  to  hear, 

And  kind  to  all  that  live ; 
Thou,  when  thou  seest  the  contrite  tear, 
Art  ready  to  forgive. 

4  Lord  !  aid  us  with  thy  heavenly  grace, 

Our  truest  bliss  to  find ; 
Nor  sternly  judge  our  erring  race, 
So  feeble,  and  so  blind. 


CHRISTIAN  ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  307 

462  ®*  -^  Montgomery. 

Jfor  Grateful  Ssufcmfssfott. 

|NE  prayer  I  have,  —  all  prayers  In  one,  - — 
When  I  am  wholly  thine ; 
"  Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine." 

2  May  I  remember  that  to  thee 

Whate'er  I  have  I  owe ; 
And  back  in  gratitude  from  me 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

3  Thy  gifts  are  only  then  enjoyed, 

When  used  as  talents  lent ; 
Those  talents  only  well  employed, 
When  in  thy  service  spent. 

4  And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 
No,  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
*6  The  Lord  Is  gracious  still." 


4g3  €.  M.  Merrick. 

2De|»eitfrCTLce  air&  Sutmfa&fon. 

AUTHOR  of  good,  to  thee  we  turn, 
Thine  ever-watchful  eye 
Alone  can  all  our  wants  discern, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  O,  let  thy  fear  within  us  dwell, 
Thy  love  our  footsteps  guide  : 
That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel ; 
That  fear  all  fears  beside. 


308  MAN. 

3  And  since,  by  passion's  force  subdued ? 

Too  oft,  with  stubborn  will, 
We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 
And  grasp  the  specious  ill,  — 

4  Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want, 

Let  mercy  still  supply ; 
The  good,  unasked,  O  Father,  grant ; 
The  ill,  though  asked,  deny. 


4()4«  Irregular  M.       Adelaide  Procteb. 

Heatr  me  aric$t. 

I  DO  not  ask,  O  Lord,  that  life  may  be 
A  pleasant  road ; 
I  do  not  ask  that  thou  would'st  take  from  me 
Aught  of  its  load. 

2  I  do  not  ask  that  flowers  should  always  spring 

Beneath  my  feet ; 
I  know  too  well  the  poison  and  the  sting 
Of  things  too  sweet. 

3  For  one  thing  only,  Lord,  dear  Lord,  I  plead, 

Lead  me  aright  — 
Though  strength  should  falter,  and  though  heart 
should  bleed  — 

Through  peace  to  light. 

4  I  do  not  ask,  O  Lord,  that  thou  should'st  shed 

Full  radiance  here ; 
Give  but  a  ray  of  peace,  that  I  may  tread 
Without  a  fear* 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS    AND    EXERCISES.    303 

5  I  do  not  ask  my  cross  to  understand. 

My  way  to  see  ; 
Better  in  darkness  just  to  feel  thy  hana 
And  follow  thee. 

6  Joy  is  like  restless  day  ;  but  peace  divine 

Like  quiet  night : 
Lead  me,  O  Lord,  — till  perfect  day  shall  shine 
Through  peace  to  light. 


465  L.  M.  Mrs.  Cotterjll. 

JFor  a  3LiU  trcbotctr  to  <&oVs  SSlorg. 

THOU,  who  hast  at  thy  command 
The  hearts  of  all  men  in  thy  hand  ! 
Our  wayward,  erring  hearts  incline 
To  have  no  other  will  but  thine. 


o 


2  Our  wishes,  our  desires,  control; 
Mould  every  purpose  of  the  soul ; 
O'er  all  may  we  victorious  be 

That  stands  between  ourselves  and  thee. 

3  Thrice  blest  will  all  our  blessings  be, 
When  we  can  look  through  them  to  thee ; 
When  each  glad  heart  its  tribute  pays 
Of  love,  and  gratitude,  and  praise. 

4  And  while  we  to  thy  glory  live, 
May  we  to  thee  all  glory  give, 
Until  the  final  summons  come, 
That  calls  thy  willing  servants  home. 


310  MAN. 


4g6  C-  M«  H-  H-  MlLMAN. 

33rai)fna  for  33Mm  Wd$. 

HELP  us,  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need 
Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 


o, 


2  0,help  us,  when  our  spirits  bleed, 

With  contrite  anguish  sore, 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
O  help  us,  Lord,  the  more. 

3  0,help  us  through  the  prayer  of  faith 

More  firmly  to  believe  ; 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  0,help  us,  Father  !  from  on  high; 

We  know  no  help  but  thee ; 
O  !  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  thine  in  heaven  to  be. 


4,67  7s  M*  Merrick. 

fintoartt  39urit2* 

LEST  Instructor,  from  thy  ways, 
Who  can  tell  how  oft  he  strays  ? 
Purge  me  from  the  guilt  that  lies 
Wrapt  within  my  heart's  disguise. 


B 


2  Let  my  tongue,  from  error  free, 
Speak  the  words  approved  by  thee ; 
To  thine  all-observing  eyes, 
Let  my  thoughts  accepted  rise. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  311 

3  While  I  thus  thy  name  adore, 
And  thy  healing  grace  implore ; 
Blest  Redeemer,  bow  thine  ear, 
God,  my  strength,  propitious  hear ! 

468  L.  M.         Christian  Psalmist. 

3Pra$er  for  Uibfne  fflzlp. 

BE  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go  ; 
Teach  me  what  thou  would'st  have  me  do ; 
Show  me  my  weakness,  —  let  me  see 
I  have  my  power,  my  all  from  thee. 

2  Enrich  me  always  with  thy  love ; 
My  kind  protection  ever  prove ; 
Thy  signet  put  upon  my  breast, 
And  let  thy  spirit  on  me  rest. 

3  Assist  and  teach  me  how  to  pray ; 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey ; 

What  thou  abhorr'st  that  let  me  "flee, 
And  only  love  what  pleases  thee. 

4  O,  may  I  never  do  my  will, 

But  thine,  and  only  thine,  fulfil ; 
Let  all  my  time  and  all  my  ways 
Be  spent  and  ended  to  thy  praise. 


4g9  L.  M.  Watt& 

31tbfne  3LiU  sou$t. 
Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee ; 
Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 


M" 


312  MAN. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth ; 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  : 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 


4/70  L.  M.  Sir  Walter  Scott, 

SJiirine  (Sitf&aiice  nuplovetr. 

TX7HEX  Israel  of  the  Lord  beloved, 

▼  ▼     Out  from  the  land  of  bondage  came. 
Her  father's  God  before  her  moved, 
An  awful  guide  in  smoke  and  flame. 

2  By  day,  along  th'  astonished  lands, 

The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow  ; 
By  night,  Arabia's  crimsoned  sands 
Returned  the  fiery  column's  glow. 

3  Thus  present  still,  though  now  unseen, 

When  brightly  shines  the  prosperous  day, 
Be  thoughts  of  thee  a  cloudy  screen, 
To  temper  the  deceitful  ray  ! 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  313 

4  And,  O,  when  gathers  on  our  path, 

In  shade  and  storm,  the  frequent  night, 
Be  thou,  long-suffering,  slow  to  wrath, 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light. 

471  CM.  Cowper. 

kH,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  ! 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ! 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 


0' 


2  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  I 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

3  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

472  L-  M-  6  *•  Anonymous. 

Jhtbocatfoti  of  our  jFatfjer's  presence. 

FATHER,  draw  us  after  thee  ! 
So  shall  we  run  and  never  tire ; 
Thy  presence  still  our  comfort  be, 
Our  hope,  our  joy,  our  sole  desire ; 


314  MAN. 

Thy  spirit  grant ;  —  for  neither  fear 
Nor  sin  can  come,  while  that  is  here. 

2  From  all  eternity,  with  love 

Unchangeable,  thou  hast  us  viewed  ; 
Before  these  beating  hearts  did  move, 

Thy  tender  mercies  us  pursued  : 
Ever  with  us  may  they  abide, 
And  close  us  in  on  every  side. 

3  In  suffering  be  thy  love  our  peace, 

In  weakness  be  thy  love  our  power  ; 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 

O  God  !  in  that  important  hour, 
In  death  as  life  be  thou  our  guide, 
And  bear  us  through  death's  whelming  tide. 


473  7's  M.  Toplady. 

SHune  Slight  Ewplore"**. 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death  ! 
Hise  on  us,  thyself  revealing  — 

Rise  and  chase  the  clouds  beneath. 
Thou,  of  heaven  and  earth  Creator  ! 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise ; 
Scatter  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pour  the  day  upon  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 
Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  meek,  benighted  heart. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS    AND    EXERCISES.  315 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 
Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

474  L.  M.  Anonymous 

E$c  3Li$)t  from  aSafee* 

ETERNAL  God,  thou  light  divine, 
Fountain  of  unexhausted  love, 
O,  let  thy  glories  on  me  shine, 

In  earth  beneath,  from  heaven  above. 

2  Thou  art  the  weary  wanderer's  rest, 

Give  me  the  easy  yoke  to  bear ; 
With  steadfast  patience  arm  my  breast, 
With  spotless  love  and  lowly  fear. 

3  Be  thou,  O  Rock  of  Ages,  nigh  ! 

So  shall  each  murmuring  thought  be  gone, 
And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care  shall  fly, 
As  clouds  before  the  midday  sun. 

4  Speak  to  my  warring  passions,  * 'Peace  :" 

Say  to  my  trembling  heart,  '  'Be  still ; " 
Thy  power  my  strength  and  fortress  is, 
For  all  things  serve  thy  holy  will. 

475  L.  M.  C  1.  Moravian. 

Uvaser  for  JDfbfne  3Wfe. 

LOOSED  from  my  God,  and  far  removed, 
Long  have  I  wandered  to  and  fro ; 
O'er  earth  in  endless  circles  roved, 
Nor  found  whereon  to  rest  below ; 


316  MAN. 

But  now,  my  God,  to  thee  I  fly, 
For  oh !  estranged  from  thee,  I  die. 

2  Selfish  pursuits,  and  nature's  maze, 

The  things  of  sense,  for  thee  I  leave : 
Put  forth  thy  hand,  thy  hand  of  grace ; 

Into  the  ark  of  Love  receive ; 
Take  my  poor  fluttering  soul  to  rest, 
And  lodge  it,  Father,  in  thy  breast. 

3  Endow  me  with  my  Saviour's  peace, 

Confirm  and  keep  my  longing  heart ; 
In  thee  may  all  my  wanderings  cease ; 

From  thee  may  I  no  more  depart : 
Then  shall  the  joy  within  me  prove 

The  fulness  of  my  Father's  love ! 


4/76  ®'  ^  Methodist  Com* 

Sceftfns  <&<rtr. 

TALK  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal, 
While  here  o'er  earth  we  rove ; 
Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
The  kindling  of  thy  love. 

2  With  thee  conversing,  we  forget 

All  time,  and  toil,  and  care  : 
Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Here,  then,  my  God,  vouchsafe  to  stay, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice ; 
My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway, 
And  echo  to  thy  voice. 


CHKISTIAN   ASPIKATIONS   AND   EXEECISES.  317 

4/77  -k.  M.  Henry  Moore. 

SEJtstzom  atrO  Uixtuz  sousl)t  from  €SfoT)L 
QUPEEME  and  universal  Light ! 
k?     Fountain  of  reason  !  Judge  of  right ! 
Parent  of  good  !  whose  blessings  flow 
On  all  above,  and  all  below : 

2  Assist  us,  Lord,  to  act,  to  be, 
What  nature  and  thy  laws  decree ; 
Worthy  that  intellectual  flame, 
Which  from  thy  breathing  spirit  came ! 

3  May  our  expanded  souls  disclaim 
The  narrow  view,  the  selfish  aim ; 
But  with  a  Christian  zeal  embrace 
Whate'er  is  friendly  to  our  race, 

4  O  Father,  grace  and  virtue  grant ! 
No  more  we  wish,  no  more  we  want : 
To  know,  to  serve  thee,  and  to  love, 
Is  peace  below,  —  is  bliss  above. 


4/78  ^*  •M-*  Montgomery. 

SPrager  for  €&?fstrom. 

ALMIGHTY  God  !  in  humble  prayer, 
To  thee  our  souls  we  lift ; 
Do  thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  thy  most  needful  gift. 

2   We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth, 
Along  our  path  to  flow ; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, . 
Nor  length  of  years  below. 


318  MAST. 

3  We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away  ; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp,  and  power, 
Lest  we  should  go  astray. 

4  We  ask  for  wisdom  ;  —  Lord,  impart 

The  knowledge  how  to  live  ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart 
To  all  before  thee  give. 

5  The  young  remember  thee  in  youth, 

Before  the  evil  days  ! 
The  old  be  guided  by  thy  truth, 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways  ! 

479  IO's  M.  Lyts 

Christ's  presence  sought. 

ABIDE  with  me  !     Fast  falls  the  eventide, 
The  darkness  deepens  —  Lord,  with  me 
abide  I 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me  ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see ; 

O  thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  ! 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour : 
What   but   thy   grace   can   foil   the   tempter's 

power  ? 
Who  like  thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  Lord,  abide  with 

me  I 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  319 

480  C.  M.  Wreford. 

LORD  !  I  believe  ;  thy  power  I  own. 
Thy  word  I  would  obey ; 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 
When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 

2  Lord  !  I  believe  ;  but  gloomy  fears 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight ; 
I  look  to  thee  with  prayers  and  tears9 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

3  Lord  !  I  believe  ;  but  oft,  I  know, 

My  faith  is  cold  and  weak ; 
Strengthen  my  weakness,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek  ! 

4  Yes,  I  believe  ;  and  only  thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief; 
Lord  !  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow. 
Help  thou  my  unbelief ! 


481  C.  M.  T.  H.  Gill. 

NOT  to  fill  the  mouth  of  fame 
My  longing  soul  is  stirred ; 
O,  give  me  a  diviner  name  ! 
Call  me  thy  servant,  Lord  ! 


o, 


2  No  longer  would  my  soul  be  known 
As  self-sustained  and  free  : 
O,  not  mine  own  !  O,  not  mine  own  ! 
Lord,  I  belong  to  thee  ! 


320  MAN. 

3  In  each  aspiring  burst  of  prayer, 

Sweet  leave  my  soul  would  ask 
Thine  every  burden,  Lord,  to  bear, 
To  do  thine  every  task. 

4  In  life,  in  death,  on  earth,  in  heaven, 

No  other  name  for  me  ! 
The  same  sweet  style  and  title  given 
Through  all  eternity. 


L' 


482  7's  M.  Milman. 
3Lor&  tjafae  iEUrcg. 

ORD,  have  mercy  when  we  pray, 
Strength  to  seek  a  better  way  ; 
When  our  wakening  thoughts  begin 
First  to  loathe  their  cherished  sin ; 
Sigh  for  death,  yet  fear  it  still, 
From  the  dread  of  future  ill ; 
When  the  dim,  advancing  gloom 
Tells  us  that  our  hour  is  come. 

2  Lord,  have  mercy,  when  we  know 
First  how  vain  this  world  below ; 
When  its  darker  thoughts  oppress, 
Doubts  perplex,  and  fears  distress  ; 
When  the  earliest  gleam  is  given, 
Of  the  bright  but  distant  heaven  ; 
Then  thy  fostering  grace  afford, 
Then,'  O  then,  have  mercy,  Lord  ! 

483  CM.  Urwick'sColl. 
^rager  for  CSrace  ft!  Cruel. 

FATHER  of  all  our  mercies,  thou 
In  whom  we  move  and  live, 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  321 

Hear  us  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling,  now, 
And  answer  and  forgive. 

2  When,  harassed  by  ten  thousand  foes, 

Our  helplessness  we  feel, 

0,give  the  weary  soul  repose, 

The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  When  dire  temptations  gather  rounds 

And  threaten  or  allure, 
By  storm  or  calm,  in  thee  be  found 
A  refuge  strong  and  sure. 

4  When  age  advances,  may  we  grow 

In  faith,  in  hope,  and  love ; 
And  walk  in  holiness  below, 
To  holiness  above. 


484  k'  ^  Drummond. 

SJaftl)  toftjjout  moxku  is  33eaTr. 

AS  body  when  the  soul  has  fled, 
As  barren  trees,  decayed  and  dead, 
Is  faith  ;  a  hopeless,  lifeless  thing, 
If  not  of  righteous  deeds  the  spring. 

2  One  cup  of  healing  oil  and  wine, 
One  teardrop  shed  on  mercy's  shrine, 
Is  thrice  more  grateful,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Than  lifted  eye  or  bended  knee. 

3  To  doers  only  of  the  word, 
Propitious  is  the  righteous  Lord ; 

He  hears  their  cries,  accepts  then  prayers, 
Binds  up  their  wounds,  and  soothes  their  cares. 

21 


322  MAN. 

485  L*  ^  ^•RS*  Oilman. 

©ur  Sufffcfcnci>  of  ffifolF. 

IS  there  a  lone  .and  dreary  hour, 
When  worldly  pleasures  lose  their  power? 
My  Father  !  let  me  turn  to  thee, 
And  set  each  thought  of  darkness  free. 

2  Is  there  a  time  of  -racking  grief, 
Which  scorns  the  prospect  of  relief? 
My  Father  !  break  the  cheerless  gloom, 
And  bid  my  heart  its  calm  resume. 

3  Is  there  an  hour  of  peace  and  joy, 
When  hope  is  all  my  soul's  employ? 
My  Father  !  still  my  hopes  will  roam, 
Until  they  rest  with  thee,  their  home. 

4  The  noontide  blaze,  the  midnight  scene, 
The  dawn,  or  twilight's  sweet  serene, 
The  glow  of  life,  the  dying  hour, 
Shall  own  my  Father's  grace  and  power. 


486  °-  M-  Haweis,  1792. 

"  Sortr,  SEUwcwiber  i^c." 

OTHOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
I  lift  my  soul  to  thee ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  on  my  aching,  burdened  heart 
My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  323 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
0,let  my  strength  be  as  my  day ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  And  when  before  thy  throne  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  thee, 
Then,  with  the  saints  at  thy  right  hand, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 


4§7'  L.  M.  Lyra  Oatil 

3Penftentfal  $ragei\ 

i~~EALTH  of  the    weak,    to    make  them 
strong  ! 

Refuge  of  sinners,  and  their  song  ! 
Comfort  of  each  afflicted  breast ! 
Haven  of  hope  in  realms  of  rest ! 

2  Lord  of  the  patriarchs  gone  before  ! 
Light  of  the  prophets'  learned  lore  ! 
Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me, 
And  hear  my  lowly  litany. 

3  Lead  me,  O  Spirit,  to  thy  Son, 
To  taste  and  feel  what  he  has  done  ; 
To  lay  me  low  before  his  cross, 
And  reckon  all  beside  as  dross  ; 

4  To  speak,  and  think,  and  will,  and  move, 
And  love,  as  thou  would'st  have  me  love : 
O,  look  upon  this  bended  knee, 

And  hear  my  heart's  own  litany. 


324  man. 

488  7's  M-  R-  Grant- 

Solemn  2Lftan£. 

FATHER,  when  in  dust  to  thee 
Low  we  bend  the  adoring  knee ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
O  !  by  all  the  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  by  thy  Son  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

2  By  his  helpless  infant  years, 
By  his  life  of  want  and  tears, 
By  his  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness  ; 
By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power ; 
Turn,  O  turn  a  favoring  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

3  By  his  hour  of  dire  despair ; 
By  his  agony  of  prayer ; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

4  By  his  deep  expiring  groan  ; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone  ; 
By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  Son  of  God ; 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  325 

By  the  life  to  heaven  restored, 
Keascended  Light  and  Lord ; 
Father  !  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

489  C.  M.  Bowbing. 

THE  Saviour  now  is  gone  before 
To  yon  blest  realms  of  light : 
O,  thither  may  our  spirits  soar, 
And  wing  their  upward  flight. 

2  Lord,  make  us  to  those  joys  aspire, 

That  spring  from  love  to  thee, 
That  pass  the  carnal  heart's  desire, 
And  faith  alone  can  see. 

3  To  guide  us  to  thy  glories,  Lord, 

To  lift  us  to  the  sky, 
O,  may  thy  spirit  still  be  poured 
Upon  us  from  on  high. 

49 Q  C.  M.  Francis  Xavibr. 

Exue  SLobe  to  ^o"5  anti  dtfmst. 

Y  God,  I  love  thee,  not  because 
I  hope  for  heaven  thereby  : 
Nor  because  they  who  love  thee  not 
Must  burn  eternally. 


M" 


2  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 
Nor  seeking  a  reward ; 
But  as  thyself  hast  loved  me, 


O  ever  loving  Lord  ! 


326  MAN. 

3  E'en  so  I  love  thee,  and  will  love, 
And  in  thy  praise  will  sing  ; 
Solely  because  thou  art  my  Lord, 
And  my  eternal  King, 

491  C.  M.  B.  Barton. 

Wzmnz  in  tfje  3Lfa!)t. 

\1TALK  in  the  light !   so  shalt  thou  know 
T  Y        That  fellowship  of  love, 
His  spirit  only  can  bestow, 
Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

2  Walk  in  the  lio-ht !  and  thou  shalt  find 

Thy  heart  made  truly  his, 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined, 
In  whom  no  darkness  is. 

3  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  own 

Thy  darkness  passed  away, 
Because  that  light  hath  on  thee  shone 
In  which  is  perfect  day. 

4  Walk  in  the  light !  thy  path  shall  be 

Peaceful,  serene,  and  bright; 
For  God,  by  grace,  shall  dwell  in  thee, 
And  God  himself  is  light. 


492  ^s  ^'  Newton. 

<Sclf^2Dfstmst. 

IS  a  point  I  long  to  know,  — 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought,  — 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not? 


'HP 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  327 

2  If  I  love,  why  ain  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Shi  is  mixed  with  all  I  do  ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord,  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you? 

4  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

493  S.  M.  G.  Wesley 

rpHE  soul,  by  faith  reclined 
J-      On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 
'Midraginff  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

2  Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone, 

Whene'er  thy  face  appears  ; 
It  stills  the  sighing  orphan's  moan, 
And  dries  the  widow's  tears. 

3  It  hallows  every  cross, 

It  sweetly  comforts  me ; 
It  makes  me  now  forget  my  loss, 
And  lose  myself  in  thee. 

4  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 

Will  all  my  wishes  fill ; 


328  MAN. 

What  though  created  streams  are  dry  ? 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 

5  Stripped  of  my  earthly  friends, 
I  find  them  all  in  one,  — 
And  peace,  and  joy  which  never  ends, 
And  heaven,  in  Christ,  begun 

494  C.  M  Lyra  Cath. 

JDtbftie  <Strctxfltl)  fttbofte'tr. 

I  WORSHIP  thee,  sweet  will  of  God, 
And  all  thy  ways  adore  ; 
And  every  day  I  live,  I  long 
To  love  thee  more  and  more. 

2  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost ; 
God's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

3  111,  that  God  blesses,  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill ; 
And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong, 
If  it  be  his  dear  will ! 

4  When  obstacles  and  trials  seem 

Like  prison-walls  to  be, 
I  do  the  little  I  can  do, 
And  leave  the  rest  to  thee. 

5  I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  will ! 

For  all  my  cares  are  thine  ; 
I  live  in  triumph,  Lord  !  for  thou 
Hast  made  thy  triumphs  mine. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS    AND    EXERCISES..  329 

495  C.  M.  E.  Baxter. 

SLooftfnfl  to  Cfmst. 

C1  HEIST  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 
J     Than  he  went  through  before ; 
He  that  into  God's  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  the  door. 

2  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  hath  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet,  • 
What  must  thy  glory  be  ? 

3  Then  shall  1  end  my  sad  complaints. 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  those  triumphant  saints, 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

4  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  him. 

49g  CM.  Addison. 

<£ratftutre  Iqx  Bfbfnc  £H  ernes. 

HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God ! 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view  I  'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 


330  MAN. 

3  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
Which  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

4  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue, 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 


497  L-  M-  Mme-  GuroN. 

Jljoto  to  karri  of  (Soft. 

F  thou  of  God  wouldst  truly  learn, 
His  wisdom,  goodness,  glory  see, 
All  human  arts  and  knowledge  spurn, 
Let  love  alone  thy  teacher  be. 


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2  Love  is  my  master.     When  it  breaks 

The  morning  light,  with  rising  ray, 
To  thee,  O  God  !  my  spirit  wakes, 
And  love  instructs  it  all  the  day. 

3  And  when  the  gleams  of  day  retire, 

And  midnight  spreads  its  dark  control, 
Love's  secret  whispers  still  inspire 
Their  holy  lessons  in  the  soul. 

498  8  &  4's  M.       Adelaide  Procter. 

Crust. 

FRET  not,  poor  soul :  while  doubt  and  fear 
Disturb  thy  breast, 
The  pitying  angels,  who  can  see 


CHRISTIAN    ASPIRATIONS   AND    EXERCISES.  331 

How  vain  thy  wild  regret  must  be, 
Say,  Trust  and  rest. 

2  Flan  not,  nor  scheme,  —but  calmly  wait ; 

His  choice  is  best. 
While  blind  and  erring  is  thy  sight, 
His  wisdom  sees  and  judges  right, 

So  trust  and  rest. 

3  Strive  not,  nor  struggle  :  thy  poor  might 

Gan  never  wrest 
The  meanest  thing  to  serve  thy  will ; 
All  power  is  his  alone  :  be  still 

And  trust  and  rest. 

4  Desire  not :  self-love  is  strong 

Within  thy  breast ; 
And  yet  He  loves  thee  better  still, 
So  let  him  do  his  loving  will, 

And  trust  and  rest. 

5  What  dost  thou  fear  ?     His  wisdom  reigns 

Supreme  confessed ; 
His  power  is  infinite  :  his  love 
Thy  deepest,  fondest  dreams  above ; 

So  trust  and  rest. 


499  L-  M.  Alice  Oary. 

I  CANNOT  plainly  see  the  way, 
So  dark  my  path  is  ;  but  I  know 
If  I  do  truly  work  and  pray, 

Some  good  will  brighten  out  of  woe. 


332  MAN. 

2  I  said  I  could  not  see  the  way, 

And  yet  what  need  is  there  to  see, 
More  than  to  do  what  good  I  may, 
And  trust  the  great  God  over  me  ? 


500  L-  M-  °-  W-  Holmes. 

JBfimti  of  (Erust. 

OLOVE  Divine  that  stooped  to  share 
Our  sharpest  pang,  our  bitterest  tear, 
On  thee  we  cast  each  earth-born  care, 
"We  smile  at  pain  while  thou  art  near  ! 

2  Though  long  the  weary  way  we  tread, 

And  sorrows  crowd  each  lingering  year, 
No  path  we  shun,  no  darkness  dread, 

Our  hearts  still  whispering,  thou  art  near  ! 

3  When  drooping  pleasure  turns  to  grief, 

And  trembling  faith  is  changed  to  fear, 
The  murmuring  wind,  the  quivering  leaf, 
Shall  softly  tell  us,  thou  art  near  ! 


4  On  thee  we  flino:  our  burdening  woe, 
O  Love  Divine,  forever  dear, 
Content  to  suffer,  while  we  know, 
Living  and  dying,  thou  art  near. 


501  10's  M.  Mrs.  Stowe. 

THAT  mystic  word  of  thine,  O  Sovereign 
Lord  ! 
Is  all  too  pure,  too  high,  too  deep  for  me ; 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  333 

"Weary  of  striving,  and  with  longing  faint, 
I  breathe  it  back  again  in  prayer  to  thee. 

2  Abide  in  me,  —  o'ershadow,  by  thy  love, 

Each  half-formed  purpose  and  dark  thought 
of  sin ; 
Quench,  ere  it  rise,  each  selfish,  low  desire, 
And   keep   my    soul   as   thine,  —  calm  and 
divine. 

3  As  some  rare  perfume  in  a  vase  of  clay 

Pervades  it  with  a  fragrance  not  its  own  — 
So,  when  thou  dwellest  in  a  mortal  soul, 

All   heaven's   own   sweetness  seems  around 
it  thrown. 

4  The  soul  alone,  like  a  neglected  harp, 

Grows   out   of  tune,  and   needs   that  hand 
divine ; 
Dwell  thou  within  it,  tune  and  touch  the  chords, 
Till  every  note  and  string  shall  answer  thine. 

5  Abide  in  me  :  there  have  been  moments  pure, 

When   I   have   seen   thy  face   and   felt   thy 
power ; 
Then  evil  lost  its  grasp,  and,  passion  hushed, 
Owned  the  divine  enchantment  of  the  hour. 

6  These  were  but  seasons  beautiful  and  rare ; 

Abide  in  me,  —  and  they  shall  ever  be ; 
I  pray  thee  now  fulfil  my  earnest  prayer, 
Come  and  abide  in  me,  and  I  in  thee. 


334  MAN. 

502  0.  M.  Moore. 

^caben  "Ocsfrctr. 

THE  bird  let  loose  in  Eastern  skies, 
Returning  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 
Where  idle  warblers  roam. 

2  But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and  light,  — 

Above  all  low  delay, 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 
Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

3  So  grant  me,  God,  from  every  snare 

Of  sinful  passion  free, 
Aloft  through  faith's  serener  air 
To  hold  my  course  to  thee. 

4  No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay 

My  soul,  as  home  she  springs ; 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 
Thy  freedom  on  her  wings. 


503  s-  M-  Mme-  Guyon. 

Sfce  Skater  of  SLffe. 

THE  fountain  in  its  source 
No  drought  of  summer  tears  , 
The  farther  it  pursues  its  course, 
The  nobler  it  appears. 

2  But  shallow  cisterns  yield 
A  scanty,  short  supply ; 
The  morning  sees  them  amply  filled,  — 
At  evening  they  are  dry 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  335 

3  The  cisterns  I  forsake, 

O  fount  of  bliss,  for  thee  ! 
My  thirst  with  living  waters  slake, 
And  drink  eternity. 

504  •L#    M#  MONTGOMEBY. 

GOD,  thou  art  my  God  alone  ; 
Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry, 
A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 

A  thirsty  land,  whose  springs  are  dry. 

2  Yet,  through  this  rough  and  thorny  maze, 

I  follow  hard  on  thee,  my  God  ; 
Thine  hand  unseen  upholds  my  ways, 
I  lean  upon  thy  staff  and  rod. 

3  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 

When  I  remember  on  my  bed, 
Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light, 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 

4  Better  than  life  itself  thy  love, 

Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me ; 
For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 

Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee? 

505  L-  M-  0.  Wesley. 

3ErL]0£mmt  ot  prist's  3iobe. 

JESUS,  thy  boundless  love  to  me, 
Ko  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare, 
Unite  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 


336  man. 

2  Thy  love,  how  cheering  is  its  ray  ! 
All  pain  before  its  presence  flies  ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away 
Where'er  its  healing  beams  arise. 

8  O,  let  thy  love  my  soul  inflame, 
And  to  thy  service  sweetly  bind : 
Transfuse  it  through  my  inmost  frame, 
And  mould  me  wholly  to  thy  mind. 

4  Thy  love,  in  sufferings,  be  my  peace  : 

Thy  love,  in  weakness,  make  me  strong ; 
And,  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Thy  love  shall  be  in  heaven  my  song. 


506  c-  M-  Mr!?-  Steei 

Srust  fu  tf>e  BfWnc  WtStll. 

Y  God,  my  Father  —  blissful  name  — 
O,  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 
May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 
A  portion  so  divine  ? 


M' 


2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly ; 
What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

3  Whate'er  thy  providence  denies, 

I  calmly  would  resign  ; 
For  thou  art  good,  and  just,  and  wise  ; 
0,bend  my  will  to  thine. 

4  Whate'er  thy  sacred  Avill  ordains, 

O,  give  me  strength  to  bear  ; 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  337 

And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 

507  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

OW  gentle  God's  commands  ! 
How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 
"  Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care." 

2  Beneath  his  watchful  eye 

His  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne. 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Through  each  succeeding  day ; 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

508  L-  M-  Mrs-  Willard. 
Hnttve  SCrust. 

T>  OCKED  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep, 
JlY>     I  lay  me  down  in  peace  to  sleep  ; 
Secure  I  rest  upon  the  wave, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  hast  power  to  save. 

2  I  know  thou  wilt  not  slight  my  call, 
For  thou  dost  mark  the  sparrow's  fall ; 

22 


338  MAN. 

And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep, 
Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep. 

3  And  such  the  trust  that  still  were  mine, 
Though  stormy  winds  swept  o'er  the  brine, 
Or  though  the  tempest's  fiery  breath 
Roused  me  from  sleep  to  wreck  and  death  ! 

4  In  ocean  caves  still  safe  with  thee, 
The  germs  of  immortality ; 

And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep, 
Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep. 

509  s-  M-  Moravian. 

Reliance  on  eSotr. 

GIVE  to  the  winds  tlry  fears  ; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  God  counts  thy  tears ; 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  through  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 
Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  the  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  He  everywhere  hath  rule, 

And  all  things  serve  his  might ; 
His  every  act  pure  blessing  is, 
His  path  unsullied  light. 

4  Thou  seest  our  weakness,  Lord, 

Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee  : 
O,  lift  thou  up  the  sinking  hand, 
Confirm  the  feeble  knee  ! 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  339 

5  Let  us,  in  life  or  death, 

Boldly  thy  truth  declare  ; 
And  publish,  with  our  latest  breath, 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

510  L-  M-  Gibbons. 

OW  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 


N' 


2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

511  7's  M.  Ftjkness. 

3fesus  our  SeaTrer. 

FEEBLE,  helpless,  how  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die? 
Who,  O  God,  my  guide  shall  be? 
Who  shall  lead  thy  child  to  thee  ? 

2  Blessed  Father,  gracious  One, 
Thou  hast  sent  thy  holy  Son, 
He  will  give  the  light  I  need, 
He  my  trembling  steps  will  lead, 


340  MAN. 

3  Thus  in  deed,  and  thought,  and  word, 
Led  by  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord, 

In  my  weakness,  thus  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die. 

4  Learn  to  live  in  peace  and  love, 
Like  the  perfect  ones  above ;  — 
Learn  to  die  without  a  fear, 
Feeling  thee,  my  Father,  near. 


512  8  &  6's  M*       a-  W-  Bethune. 

Stlone,  jet  not  &Ione. 

THE  desert  flower  afar  may  bloom, 
Where  foot  of  man  ne'er  trod  ; 
Yet  gratefully  its  soft  perfume 

Ascendeth  up  to  God ; 
And  he  will  own  the  offering  too, 
And  fill  its  cup  with  living  dew. 

.  2  Alone  may  sing  the  forest  bird, 

Afar  from  human  ear  ; 
Yet  there  he  singeth  not  unheard, 

For  God  is  listening  near ; 
And  he  will  cheer  the  warbler's  breast 
With  pleasant  food  and  quiet  rest. 

3  Thus,  when,  before  his  gracious  throne, 

With  grateful  praise  I  bend, 
I  feel  I  am  not  all  alone, 

For  God  is  still  my  friend ; 
And  humble  though  my  love  may  be, 
He  answereth  it  with  love  to  me. 


CHRISTIAN    ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  841 

513  L.  M.  6  1.  German. 
C&e  <B#mr  of  <&ott. 

1VTONE  loved  me,  Father,  with  thy  love, 
J- 1      None  else  can  meet  such  needs  as  mine  5 
O,  grant  me,  as  thou  shalt  approve, 

All  that  befits  a  child  of  thine  ; 
From  every  doubt  and  fear  release, 
And  give  me  confidence  and  peace. 

2  Give  me  a  faith  shall  never  fail, 

One  that  shall  always  work  by  love ; 
And  then,  whatever  foes  assail, 

They  shall  but  higher  courage  move 
More  boldly  for  the  truth  to  strive, 
And  more  by  faith  in  thee  to  live ; 

3  A  heart  that,  when  my  days  are  giad? 

May  never  from  thy  way  decline, 
And  when  the  sky  of  life  grows  sad, 

May  still  submit  its  will  to  thine,  — 
A  heart  that  loves  to  trust  in  thee, 
A  patient  heart  create  in  me. 

514  L.  M.  T.  W.  Higginsok. 
£  toflt  artse  artD  tjo  unto  mp  jFat&er. 

TO  thine  eternal  arms,  O  God, 
Take  us,  thy  erring  children,  in; 
From  dangerous  paths  too  boldly  trod, 

From  wandering  thoughts  and  dreams  of  sin. 

2  Those  arms  were  round  our  childish  way?, 
A  guard  through  helpless  years  to  be ; 
O,  leave  not  our  maturer  days  ; 
We  still  are  helpless  without  thee. 


342  man. 

3  We  trusted  hope,  and  pride,  and  strength  ; 

Our  strength   proved   false,   our  pride  was 
vain ; 
Our  dreams  have  faded  all  at  length ; 
We  come  to  thee,  O  Lord,  again. 

4  A  guide  to  trembling  steps  yet  be ; 

Give  us  of  thine  eternal  powers  ; 
So  shall  our  paths  all  lead  to  thee, 

And  life  smile  on  like  childhood's  hours. 


515  10  &  9's  M.        Miss  Winslow. 

HY  thus  longing,  thus  forever  sighing, 
For  the  far-off,  the  unattained,  and  dim, 
While  the  beautiful,  all  round  thee  tying, 
Offers  up  its  low,  perpetual  hymn. 

2  Would'st  thou  listen  to  its  gentle  teaching, 

All  thy  restless  yearnings  it  would  still ; 
Leaf,  and  flower,  and  laden  bee  are  preaching, 
Thine  own  sphere,  though  humble,  first  to  fill. 

3  Poor  indeed  thou  must  be,  if  around  thee 

Thou  no  ray  of  light  and  joy  canst  throw ; 
If  no  silken  cord  of  love  hath  bound  thee 
To  some  little  world  through  weal  and  woe. 

4  Not  by  deeds  that  win  the  crowd's  applauses, 

Not  by  works  that  give  thee  world-renown, 
Not  by  martyrdom  or  vaunted  crosses, 

Canst  thou  win  and  wear  the  immortal  crown. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  343 

5  Daily  struggling, though,  unloved  and  lonely, 
Every  day  a  rich  reward  will  give  ; 
Thou  wilt  find,  by  hearty  striving  only, 
And  truly  loving,  thou  canst  truly  live. 

516  L.  M.  Bryant. 

(Eleabftiflto  22artfj- 

EARTH'S  children  cleave  to  earth  ;  her  frail, 
Decaying  children  dread  decay ; 
Yon  wreath  of  mist  that  leaves  the  vale. 
And  lessens  in  the  morning  ray,  — 

2  Look,  how  by  mountain  rivulet 

It  lingers  as  it  upward  creeps, 
And  clings  to  fern  and  copsewood  set 
Along  the  green  and  dewy  steeps. 

3  Yet  all  in  vain  —  it  passes  still 

From  hold  to  hold,  it  cannot  stay ; 
And  in  the  very  beams  that  fill 

The  world  with  glory  wastes  away. 

4  Till*  parting  from  the  mountain's  brow, 

It  vanishes  from  human  eye, 
And  that  which  sprung  of  earth  is  now 
A  portion  of  the  glorious  sky. 

F)Yf  C.  M.  Longfellow. 

&  3P«alm  of  SLffe. 

TELL  me  not  in  mournful  numbers, 
6  <  Life  is  but  an  empty  dream  ! " 
For  the  soul  is  dead  that  slumbers, 
And  things  are  not  what  they  seem. 


344  MAST. 

2  Life  is  real !     Life  is  earnest ! 

And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal ;   * 
"  Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  returnest/3 
Was  not  spoken  of  the  soul. 

3  Not  enjoyment  and  not  sorrow, 

Is  our  destined  end  or  way ; 
But  to  act,  that  each  to-morrow 
Find  us  farther  than  to-day. 

4  Let  us  then  be  up  and  doing, 

With  a  heart  for  any  fate ; 
Still  achieving,  still  pursuing, 
Learn  to  labor  and  to  wait. 


£)18  C.  M.       Hymns  op  the  Ages, 

Xf  me  in  J£fne.    1  <&ox.  iff.  22. 

F  God  is  mine,  then  present  things 
And  things  to  come  are  mine  ; 
Yea,  Christ,  his  word,  and  spirit  too, 
And  glory  all  divine, 


i 


2  If  he  is  mine,  then  from  his  love 

He  every  trouble  sends  ; 
All  things  are  working  for  my  good- 
And  bliss  his  rod  attends. 

3  If  he  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake, 

Let  wealth  and  honor  flee  ; 

Sure  he  who  giveth  me  himself 

Is  more  than  these  to  me. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS    AND    EXERCISES.  345 

4  0,tell  me,  Lord,  that  thou  art  mine  ! 
What  can  I  wish  beside? 
My  soul  shall  at  the  fountain  live 
When  all  the  springs  are  dried. 

519  0.  M.  Fabes. 

HfGfcaq?  of  Sobe. 
OD  only  is  the  creature's  home, 
Though  long  and  rough  the  road ; 
Yet  nothing  less*  can  satisfy 
The  love  that  lonsra  for  God. 


G' 


2  A  trusting  heart,  a  yearning  eye, 

Can  win  their  way  above  ; 
If  mountains  can  be  moved  by  faith, 
Is  there  less  power  in  love? 

3  Dole  not  thy  duties  out  to  God, 

But  let  thy  hand  be  free  : 
Look  long  at  Jesus  ;  his  sweet  blood. 
How  was  it  dealt  to  thee  ? 

4  Be  docile  to  thine  unseen  Guide, 

Love  him  as  he  loves  thee ; 

Time  and  obedience  are  enough, 

And  thou  a  saint  shall  be  ! 

520  L-  M-  Tennyson. 

"Sttrtr  all  fs'toelL** 

LOYE  is  and  was  my  Lord  and  King, 
And  in  his  presence  I  attend 
To  hear  the  tidings  of  my  friend, 
WTiich  every  hour  his  couriers  bring. 


346  MAN. 

2  Love  is  and  was  my  King  and  Lord, 

And  will  be,  though  as  yet  I  keep 
Within  his  court  on  earth,  and  sleep 
Encompassed  by  his  faithful  guard, 

3  And  hear  at  times  a  sentinel 

Who  moves  about  from  place  to  placs, 
And  whispers  to  the  worlds  of  space 
In  the  deep  night,  that  all  is  well. 

4  And  all  is  well ,  though  faith  and  form 

Be  sundered  in  the  night  of  fear  ; 
Well  roars  the  storm  to  those  that  hear 
A  deeper  voice  across  the  storm. 


521  7's  M.  Fritz  &  Scolett. 

~\/TE  who  think  the  truth  ye  sow 

A      Lost  beneath  the  winter's  snow, 
Doubt  not  time's  unerring  law 
Yet  shall  bring  the  genial  thaw, 
God  in  nature  ye  can  trust,  — 
Is  the  God  of  mind  less  just  ? 

2  Workers  on  the  barren  soil, 
Yours  may  seem  a  thankless  toil ; 
Sick  at  heart  with  hope  deferred, 
Listen  to  the  cheering  word ; 
Now  the  faithful  sower  grieves ; 
Soon  he'll  bind  his  golden  sheaves. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  347 

522  ^S  ^*     Hymns  of  the  Ages. 

flTotiffttence.    3Er.  3:1b.  15. 
"Y1THEN  we  cannot  see  our  way, 
▼  ▼       Let  us  trust  and  still  obey ; 
He  who  bids  us  forward  go, 
Cannot  fail  the  way  to  show. 

2  Though  the  sea  be  deep  and  wide, 
Though  a  passage  seem  denied ; 
Fearless  let  us  still  proceed, 
Since  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  lead. 

3  Though  it  seems  the  gloom  of  night, 
Though  we  see  no  ray  of  light : 
Since  the  Lord  himself  is  there, 

'T  is  not  meet  that  we  should  fear. 

4  Night  with  him  is  never  night ; 
Where  he  is,  there  all  is  light ; 
When  he  calls  us,  why  delay ; 
They  are  happy  who  obey. 


523  8  &  4's  M.  E.  0.  Teenoh. 

I  KNOW  not  if  the  dark  or  bright 
Shall  be  my  lot ; 
If  that  wherein  my  hopes  delight 
Be  best  or  not. 

2  My  bark  is  wafted  to  the  strand 
By  breath  divine : 
And  on  the  helm  there  rests  a  hand 
Other  than  mine. 


348 


MAir, 


3  One  who  has  known  in  storms  to  sail, 

I  have  on  board ; 
Above  the  raving  of  the  gale, 
I  hear  the  Lord. 

4  He  holds  me  when  the  billows  smite  — 

I  shall  not  fall ; 
If  sharp,  7t  is  short,  if  long,  't  is  light ; 
He  tempers  all. 


524  0.  M.  Smart, 

JFor  $nrtrence  airtr  mistiom. 

FATHER -of  light !  conduct  my  feet 
Through  life's  dark,  dangerous  road  ; 
Let  each  advancing  step  still  bring 
Me  nearer  to  my  God. 

2  Let  heaven-eyed  prudence  be  my  guide  ; 

And  when  I  go  astray, 
Eecall  my  feet  from  folly's  path 
To  wisdom's  better  way. 

3  Teach  me  in  every  various  scene 

To  keep  my  end  in  sight ; 
And  while  I  tread  life's  mazy  track, 
Let  wisdom  guide  me  right. 

4  That  heavenly  wisdom  from  above 

Abundantly  impart ; 
And  let  it  guard,  and  guide,  and  warm, 
And  penetrate  my  heart. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  349 

5  Till  it  shall  lead  me  to  thyself, 
Fountain  of  bliss  and  love  I 
And  all  my  darkness  be  dispersed 
In  endless  light  above. 


525  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

318?atct)Mttess. 
WANT  a  principle  within 
Of  jealous,  godly  fear ; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  find  it  near. 


i 


2  I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 
To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give. 

4  Quick  as  the  apple  of  the  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make  ! 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 


526  7's  M-  0.  Wesley. 

Kty  Sfmjilfctts  of  €fjmt. 

OED  I  that  I  may  learn  of  thee, 
Give  me  true  simplicity ; 
Wean  my  soul,  and  keep  it  low, 


L' 


Willing  thee  alone  to  know. 


350  MAN. 

2  Of  my  boasted  wisdom  spoiled, 
Docile,  helpless  as  a  child ; 
Only  seeing  in  thy  light, 
Only  walking  in  thy  might. 

3  Then  infuse  the  living  grace, 
Truthful  soul  of  righteousness ; 
Knowledge,  love  divine,  impart, 
Life  eternal  to  my  heart. 


527  C.  M.  Watts, 

«  ©  tfjat  mg  fc&ajs  toete  oTrecteto  to  fceep  t|)2>  Statutes." 

OTHAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! . 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  O  send  thy  spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

4  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, — 

'T  is  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart.,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  351 


528  s-  M-  Patrick. 

8$e  jFattjevlg  Hobe  of  6rotr. 
OD,  who  is  just  and  kind, 
Will  those  who  err  instruct, 
And  to  the  paths  of  righteousness 
Their  wandering  steps  conduct. 


G1 


2  The  humble  soul  he  guides, 

Teaches  the  meek  his  way, 
Kindness  and  truth  he  shows  to  all 
Who  his  just  laws  obey. 

3  Give  me  the  tender  heart 

That  mixes  fear  with  love, 
And  lead  me  through  whatever  path 
Thy  wisdom  shall  approve. 

4  Oh  !  ever  keep  my  soul 

From  error,  shame,  and  guilt ; 
Nor  suffer  the  fair  hope  to  fail, 
Which  on  thy  truth  is  built. 


529  8  &  7's  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 

«*  W$z  greatest  of  tfjese  fs  (Efmrftg." 
EEK  and  lowly,  pure  and  holy, 
Chief  among  the  blessed  three, 
Turning  sadness  into  gladness, 
Heaven-born  art  thou,  Charity  I 


M1 


2  Pity  dwelleth  in  thy  bosom, 

Kindness  reigneth  o'er  thy  heart ; 
Gentle  thoughts  alone  can  sway  thee- 
Censure  hath  in  thee  no  part. 


352  MAN. 

3  Hoping  ever,  failing  never, 

Though  deceived,  believing  still ; 
Long  abiding,  all  confiding, 
To  thy  heavenly  Father's  will. 

4  Never  weary  of  well-doing, 

Never  fearful  of  the  end ; 
Claiming  all  mankind  as  brothers, 
Thou  dost  all  alike  befriend. 


530  C.  M.  Wesleyan, 

if  or  33urft£  of  WzaxU 

FOR.  a  heart  to   praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free ; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  how  good, 
Thou,  Lord,  hast  been  to  me. 


o 


2  O  for  a  humble,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  who  dwells  within. 

3  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine, 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
Conformed,  O  Lord,  to  thine. 

531  C.  P.  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 

STtue  SffiJfs'Oom. 

E  it  my  only  wisdom  here 

To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 
With  loving  gratitude ; 


B 


CHRISTIAN   ASPIRATIONS   AND   EXERCISES.  353 

Superior  sense  may  I  display, 
By  shunning  every  evil  way, 
And  walking  in  the  good. 

2  0,may  I  still  from  sin  depart ! 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Father,  to  me  be  given  ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 

And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 

532  11'sM.  Mrs.  Hale. 

2E|e  SLorti's  SPrajjer. 

OUR  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy  name, 
May  thy  kingdom  holy  on  earth  be  the 
same ! 
O ?  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread ; 
It  is  from  thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 

2  Forgive  our  transgressions,    and  teach  us  to 

know 
That  humble  compassion  which  pardons  each 

foe : 
Keep  us  from  temptation,  from  weakness  and 

sin, 
And  thine  be  the  glory  forever  —  Amen. 


533  s.  m.  oowpbb. 

SPepetitfence  on  ®fott. 

^O  keep  the  lamp  alive, 
With  oil  we  fill  the  bowl ; 
T  is  water  makes  the  willow  thrive, 
And  grace  that  feeds  the  soul. 
23 


T 


354  MAN* 

2  The  Lord's  unsparing  hand 

Supplies  the  living  stream  % 
It  is  not  at  our  own  command, 
But  still  derived  from  him, 

3  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone  ; 
And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

4  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 

And  in  Ins  grace  confide ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 
Than  all  your  works  beside. 

5  In  God  is  all  our  store, 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne  ; 
Whoever  says,  "  I  want  no  more," 
Confesses  he  has  none. 

534  o.  m.  cowpbb, 

purposes  of  CSoTj  Tjebelopett  bg  $fe  $fobf&euce, 

OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 


G' 


2  Ye  fearfuL  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

3  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense? 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 


PEACE   AND   JOT.  355 


Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

4  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste3 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

5  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


PEACE  AM)  JOY. 

535  7  &  6's  M.  Cowpeil 

$o£  auti  $eace  in  Miebfns. 
QOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
O     The  Christian  while  he  sings, 
It  is  the  Lord,  who  rises 

With  healing  in  his  wings  ; 
When  comforts  are  declining. 

He  grants  the  soul  asrain 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new  ; 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

"We  cheerfully  can  say, 
"  E'en  let  the  unknown  morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may." 


356  MAN. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  he  will  bear  us  through ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing 

Will  clothe  his  people  too. 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 

4  Though  vine,  nor  fig-tree  neither, 

Its  wonted  fruit  should  bear ; 
Though  all  the  field  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there ; 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice  ; 
For  while  in  him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


536  C.    M.  DODDRIDQ 

©obenant  of  draco. 
"Y  GOD  !  the  covenant  of  thy  love 
Abides  forever  sure ; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 


M 


Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  guardian  and  my  friend, 

And  heaven  my  final  home  ;  — 

I  welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love  ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 

I  wait  the  light  above. 


PEACE   AND  JOY.  357 

4  Thy  covenant  in  the  darkest  gloom 
Shall  heavenly  rays  impart, 
And  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
Sustain  my  fainting  heart. 

537  **.  M-  Montgomery. 

2Tf)e  Soul  returning  to  ffitotr. 
~pETURN,my  soul,  unto  thy  rest, 
JLV»     From  vain  pursuits  and  maddening  cares, 
From  lonely  woes  that  wring  thy  breast, 
The  world's  allurements,  toils,  and  snares. 

2  Return  unto  thy  rest,  my  soul, 

From  all  the  wanderings  of  thy  thought ; 
From  sickness  unto  death  made  whole  ; 
Safe  through  a  thousand  perils  brought. 

3  Then  to  thy  rest,  my  soul, return, 

From  passions  every  hour  at  strife ; 
Sin's  works,  and  ways,  and  wages  spurn, 
Lay  hold  upon  eternal  life. 

4  God  is  thy  rest ;  —  with  heart  inclined 

To  keep  his  word,  that  word  believe ; 
Christ  is  thy  rest ;  —  with  lowly  mind, 
His  light  and  easy  yoke  receive. 

538  I*.  M.  Harris. 

$eace  in  33elfebmg. 

FAR  from  the  Lord  I  wandered  long, 
Until  the  Gentle  Shepherd  came, 
And  called  me  to  the  lowly  throng, 
Who  love  his  word  and  own  his  name. 


358  MAN. 

2  Now  m  that  peaceful  fold  I  dwell. 

And  hear  his  voice  of  love  divine : 
O,  for  seraphic  tongues,  to  tell 
What  joys  unspeakable  are  mine. 

3  Within  my  heart  a  temple  stands, 

And  there  the  Lord  of  life  comes  down : 
Soon  in  a  house  not  made  with  hands 
I  shall  receive  my  angel-crown. 


G' 


539  7  &  6's  M'  Montgomery. 
Confitrence  fti  <£ott.    3Ps.  frM. 

OD  is  my  strong  salvation  ; 
What  foe  have  I  to  fear  ? 
In  darkness  and  temptation 

My  light,  my  help,  is  near. 
Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 

Firm  to  the  fight  I  stand ; 
What  terror  can  confound  me 
With  God  at  my  right  hand? 

2  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance  ; 

My  soul,  with  courage  wait; 
His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 

When  faint  and  desolate  ; 
His  might  thy  heart  shall  strengthen ; 

His  love  thy  joy  increase  ; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen  ; 

The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 

540  s-  M-  Watts. 
?£cabciTl3!  $og  on  HartJ). 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 


PEACE  and  jor.  359 

Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne, 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place  ! 
Beligion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

4  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We  're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


541  H.  M.  Watts. 

Safety  fn  €*otr. 

TO  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes  ; 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  — 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made ; 
•     God  is  the  tower  to  which  I  fly ; 
His  grace  is  nigh  in  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Those  wakeful  eyes,  which  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep  when  dangers  rise. 


360  MAN. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

No  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there. 
Thou  art  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head  by  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  pledged  thy  word 

To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 
I  '11  go  and  come,  nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high  thou  call  me  home. 

542  L-    M«  BULFINCH. 

«Z3fa  trot  our  hearts  burn  toftfjfu  us?" 
ATH  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned 
At  evening's  calm  and  holy  hour, 
As  if  its  inmost  depths  discerned 
The  presence  of  a  loftier  power  ? 

2  As  they  who  once  with  Jesus  trod, 

With  kindling  breast  his  accents  heard, 
But  knew  not  that  the  Son  of  God 
Was  uttering  every  burning  word,  — 

3  Father  of  Jesus,  thus  thy  voice 

Speaks  to  our  hearts  in  tones  divine ; 
Our  spirits  tremble  and  rejoice, 

But  know  not  that  the  voice  is  thine. 

4  Still  be  thy  hallowed  accents  near  ; 

To  doubt  and  passion  whisper  peace ; 
Direct  us  on  our  journey  here, 

And  bid,  in  heaven,  our  wanderings  cease. 


PEACE   AND   JOY.      ,  361 

543  -k-  ^'  Beard's  Coli* 

(SfoVa  ©ate  our  Comfort. 

>H  !  sweet  it  is  to  know,  to  feel, 

In  all  our  gloom,  our  wanderings  here, 
No  night  of  sorrow  can  conceal 

Man  from  thy  notice,  from  thy  care. 


o1 


2  When  disciplined  by  long  distress, 

And  led  through  paths  of  fear  and  woe, 
Say,  dost  thou  love  thy  children  less  ? 
No  !  ever  gracious  Father,  no  ! 

3  No  distance  can  outreach  thine  eye, 

No  night  obscure  thy  endless  day ; 
Be  this  my  comfort  when  I  sigh, 
Be  this  my  safeguard  when  I  stray. 

544  11  &  10's  H.        Mrs.H.  B.  Stowe. 

&&e  ©aim  of  tfje  Soul. 

WHEN   winds   are  raging  o'er  the   upper 
ocean, 
And  billows  wild  contend  with  angry  roar, 
'Tis  said,  far  down  beneath  the  wild  commotion, 
That  peaceful  stillness  reigneth,  evermore. 

2  Far,  far  beneath,  the  noise  of  tempests  dieth, 

And  silver  waves  chime  ever  peacefully, 

And  no  rude  storm,  how  fierce  soe'er  it  nieth, 

Disturbs  the  Sabbath  of  that  deeper  sea. 

3  So  to  the  heart  that  knows  thy  love,  O  Purest ! 

There  is  a  temple,  sacred  evermore, 
And  all  the  babble  of  life's  angry  voices 

Dies  in  hushed  stillness,  at  its  peaceful  door. 


362  MAN. 

4  Far,  far  away  the  roar  of  passion  dieth, 

And  loving  thoughts  rise  calm  and  peacefully  t 
And  no  rude  storm,  how  fierce  soe'er  it  flieth, 
Disturbs  the  soul  that  dwells,  O  Lord,  in  thee. 

5  O  rest  of  rests  !  O  peace  serene,  eternal ! 

Thou  ever  livest,  and  thou  changest  never , 
And  in  the  secret  of  thy  presence  dwelleth 
Fulness  of  joy,  forever  and  forever. 

545  C-  M*  Alice  Cart. 

&!)e  STtue  3&est. 

EACH  fearful  storm  that  o'er  us  rolls, 
Each  path  of  peril  trod, 
Is  but  a  means  whereby  our  souls 
Acquaint  themselves  with  God. 

2  Our  wants  and  weakness,  shame  and  sin, 

His  pitying  kindness  prove, 
And  all  our  lives  are  folded  in 
The  mystery  of  his  love. 

3  His  sun  is  shining,  sure  and  fast, 

O'er  all  our  nights  of  dread ; 
Our  darkness  by  his  light,  at  last, 
-    Shall  be  interpreted. 


546  S.  M.  Montgomery 

Sfie  ffirue  3&est. 

WHERE  shall  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 

'T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole  : 


o 


PEACE   AND  JOY.  363 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 


5417  L-  M.  Mme.  Guyon. 

SHje  ©mni^vesetxt  ^ieace  of  ©fofr. 

OTHOU,  by  long  experience  tried, 
Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide ;  — 
My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
My  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent ! 

2  All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove, 

To  souls  impressed  with  sacred  love ; 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  in  thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

3  To  them  remains  nor  place  nor  time  ; 
Their  country  is  in  every  clime ; 
They  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

4  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none ; 

But  with  a  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'T  is  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 


364  MAN. 


548  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

&  3&est  remafnetfr. 

ORE  !  we  believe  a  rest  remains 
To  all  thy  people  known  : 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns  ;  — 
For  thou  art  served  alone  :  — 


L 


2  A  rest  where  all  our  soul's  desire 

Is  fixed  on  things  above  ; 
Where  fear,  and  sin  and  grief  expire 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  O  that  we  now  that  rest  might  know, 

Believe  and  enter  in  ! 
Thou  Holiest !    now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  us  cease  from  sin. 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  our  heart, 

This  unbelief  remove : 
The  rest  of  perfect  faith  impart, 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 

549  7s  M-  Cennick. 

2E])e  Cfjtfstfan  rejotcntfl  In  Jtjojje. 

CHILDREN  of  the  Heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 


K 


PEACE   AND   JOY.  365 

* 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ; 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Beady,  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we^still  will  follow  thee. 

550  8  &  7's  M-  Grant. 
3kejofcftis  fti  ?^ope  of  X\z  0r4oraj  of  ©foto. 

NOW,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation ; 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear ; 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee  ; 
Child  of  heaven, canst  thou  repine? 

2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee  ; 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there ; 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission ; 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

551  c-  M-  Eipfon's  Coll. 
$eace  toftt)  ®foo\ 

FATHEE  !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 


366 


MAN. 


Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  :  — 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 

552  7's  M.  Anonymous. 

a  SLffe  fcOr  fn  ©Jo*. 

LET  my  life  be  hid  in  thee, 
Life  of  life,  and  Light  of  light ! 
Love's  illimitable  sea  ! 

Depth  of  peace,  of  power  the  height ! 

2  Let  my  life  be  hid  in  thee, 

From  vexation  and  annoy ; 
Calm  in  thy  tranquillity, 

All  my  mourning  turned  to  joy. 

3  Let  my  life  be  hid  in  thee  ; 

•When  my  strength  and  health  shall  fail, 
Let  thine  immortality 

In  my  dying  hour  prevail. 

4  Let  my  life  be  hid  in  thee  ; 

In  the  world,  and  yet  above  $ 
Hid  in  thine  eternity, 

In  the  ocean  of  thy  love. 


PEACE    AND   JOT.  367 

553  L.  M.  Mrs.  Browning. 

?Qe  flfbett)  Ms  fcclobetr  Sleep. 
|F  all  the  thoughts  of  God,  that  are 

Borne  inward  unto  souls  afar, 
Along  the  Psalmist's  music  deep  — 
Now  tell  me  if  that  any  is, 
For  gift  or  grace  surpassing  this, 
* '  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep  "  ? 

His  dews  drop  mutely  on  the  hill  — 
His  cloud  above  it  saileth  still  — 

Though  on  its  slope  men.  toil  and  reap  : 
More  softly  than  the  dew  is  shed, 
Or  cloud  is  floated  overhead, 

"  He  giveth  Iris  beloved  sleep." 

And  friends,  dear  friends  !  When  it  shall  be, 
That  this  low  breath  is  o-one  from  me  — 

o 

When  round  my  bier  ye  come  to  weep ; 
Let  one,  most  loving  of  you  all, 
Say,  "  Not  a  tear  must  o'er  her  fall ;  " 

"  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep." 


554  ^'s  ^'  Beaumont. 

SJje  ?^eabeix  toftfjfn.. 
S  earth's  pageant  passes  by 
Let  reflection  turn  thine  eye 
Inward,  and  observe  thy  breast ; 
There  alone  dwells  solid  rest. 


A: 


2  That's  a  close  immured  tower, 
Which  can  mock  all  hostile  power ; 
To  thyself  a  tenant  be, 
And  inhabit  safe  and  free. 


368 


MAN. 


3  Say  not  that  this  house  is  small, 
Girt  up  in  a  narrow  wall ; 

In  a  cleanly,  sober  mind, 
Heaven  itself  full  room  doth  find. 

4  The  infinite  Creator  can 
Dwell  in  it ;  and  may  not  man? 
Here,  content,  make  thy  abode 
With  thyself  and  with  thy  God. 

555  a  M-  Anonymous. 

Our  S^cabeu  toft&m. 

THERE  is  a  world,  —  and  O,  how  blest ! 
Fairer  than  prophets  told  ; 
And  never  did  an  angel  guest 
One  half  its  peace  unfold. 

2  Look  not  abroad,  with  roving  mind, 
To  seek  that  fair  abode  ; 
It  comes  where'er  the  lowly  find 
The  perfect  peace  of  God. 


556  s- M-  Miss  Fletcher. 

SEHjere  fs  ^eaben? 
iUE,  heaven  is  everywhere, 
If  we  but  love  the  Lord, 
Unswerving  tread  the  narrow  way, 
And  ever  shun  the  broad. 


O1 


2  'T  is  where  the  trusting  heart 
Bows  meekly  to  its  grief, 
Still  looking  up  with  earnest  faith 
For  comfort  and  relief. 


PEACE   AN1>  JOY.  369 

3  Where  guileless  infancy 

In  happiness  doth  dwell, 
And  where  the  aged  one  can  say, 
< '  He  hath  done  all  things  well." 

4  Wherever  truth  abides, 

Sweet  peace  is  ever  there; 
If  we  but  love  and  serve  the  Lord, 
Our  heaven  is  everywhere. 


557  8&7'sM.  J.G.Adams. 

^eabett  t)ere. 

HEAYEN  is  here.  Its  hymns  of  gladness 
Cheer  the  true  believer's  way, 
In  this  world  where  sin  and  sadness 
Often  change  to  night  our  day. 

2  Heaven  is  here  ;  where  misery  lightened 

Of  its  heavy  load  is  seen, 
Where  the  face  of  sorrow  brightened 
By  the  deed  of  love  hath  been  : 

3  Where  the  bound,  the  poor,  despairing, 

Are  set  free,  supplied  and  blest ; 
Where,  in  others'  anguish  sharing, 
We  can  find  our  surest  rest. 

4  Where  we  heed  the  voice  of  duty 

Rather  than  man's  praise,  or  rod: 
This  is  heaven,  —  its  peace,  its  beauty, 
Radiant  with  the  smile  of  God. 
24 


370  MAN. 


DEATH. 

558  c-  M-  Harris. 

W&fat  is  33eatJ)? 

DEATH  is  the  fueling  of  a  cloud, 
The  breaking  of  a  chain  ; 
The  rending  of  a  mortal  shroud 
We  ne'er  shall  find  a^ain. 

2  Death  is  the  conqueror's  welcome  home ; 

The  heavenly  city's  door  ; 
The  entrance  of  the  world  to  come  — 
'T  is  life  for  evermore. 

3  Death  is  the  close  of  life's  alarms,  — 

The  watch-light  on  the  shore  ;  — 
The  clasping  in  immortal  arms 
Of  loved  ones  gone  before. 

4  Death  is  the  gaining  of  a  crown 

Where  saints  and  angels  meet ; 
The  laying  of  our  burden  down 
At  the  Deliverer's  feet. 

5  Death  is  the  song  from  seraph  lips  ;  — 

The  day  spring  from  on  high  ;  — 
The  ending  of  the  soul's  eclipse,  — 
Its  transit  to  the  sky. 

559  7's  M.  Montgomery 
jfree&om  fix  33  cat  J>. 

"  QPIKIT,  leave  thy  house  of  clay ; 
O     Lingering  dust,  resign  thy  breath  ; 


DEATH.  371 

Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away ; 

Dust,  be  thou  dissolved  in  death !  " 

2  Thus  the  mighty  Saviour  speaks, 

While  the  faithful  Christian  dies ; 
Thus  the  bonds  of  life  he  breaks, 
And  the  ransomed  captive  flies. 

3  Prisoner,  long  detained  below, 

Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  blest, 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe ; 
Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest. 

560  ^.  M.  Montgomery. 

23eatl)  atrtr  Entrance  on  Emmottalftg. 
GOD  unseen  —  but  not  unknown  ! 
Thine  eye  is  ever  fixed  on  me ; 
I  dwell  beneath  thy  secret  throne, 
Encompassed  by  thy  deity. 

2  The  moment  comes  when  strength  must  fail, 
When,  health  and  hope  and  comfort  flown, 

I  must  go  down  into  the  vale 

And  shade  of  death,  with  thee  alone  : 

3  Alone  with  thee  :  —  in  that  dread  strife, 
Uphold  me  through  mine  agony, 

And  gently  be  this  dying  life 
Exchanged  for  immortality. 

4  Then,  when  th'  unbodied  spirit  lands 
Where  flesh  and  blood  have  never  trod, 

And  in  the  unveiled  presence  stands, 
Of  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God : 


372 


MAN. 


5  Be  mine  eternal  portion  this, 

Since  thou  wert  always  here  with  me, 
That  I  may  view  thy  face  in  bliss, 
And  be  for  evermore  with  thee. 


o 


561  S.  M.  On.  Psalmody 

£5e  peaceful  3Deatf)  of  tfje  astfjjjfjteous. 
FOR  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  I 
O,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward  ! 

2  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar, 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 
And  reign  with  him  above. 

3  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long-succeeding  years, 

Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 

Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

4  O  for  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  ! 

O,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 

Like  theirs  my  last  reward. 

562  L  M.  W.  J.  Fox, 

2$ato  to  Hfbc,  an*  Ijoto  to  5G3fe, 

THE  sage  his  cup  of  hemlock  quaffed, 
And  calmly  drained  the  fatal  draught  : 
Such  pledge  did  Grecian  justice  give 
To  one  who  taught  men  how  to  live. 


DEATH.  373 

2  The  Christ,  in  piety  assured, 

The  anguish  of  his  cross  endured ; 
Such  pangs  did  Jewish  bigots  try 
On  him  who  taught  us  how  to  die. 

3  'Mid  prison-walls,  the  sage  could  trust 
That  men  would  grow  more  wise  and  just : 
From  Calvary's  mount,  the  Christ  could  see 
The  dawn  of  immortality. 

4  Who  know  to  live,  and  know  to  die, 
Their  souls  are  safe,  their  triumph  nigh  : 
Power  may  oppress,  and  priestcraft  ban  ;' 
Justice  and  faith  are  God  in  man. 


5g3  L.  M.  Harris. 

©futtitett  borne  ^ome  &<»  Angels. 

""V^TTTH  roses  crown  his  baby  head  ; 
▼  Y        Close  with  a  kiss  his  tender  eyes  ; 
Strew  lilies  o'er  his  cradle  bed, 
For  he  shall  wake  in  Paradise." 

2  What  music  fills  the  silent  room  ? 

O  list !  the  guardian  angel  sings  : 

"  Our  spirit  rosebud  springs  to  bloom, 

Our  spirit-bird  unfolds  its  wings." 

3  O  mother  !  look  with  inward  eyes  ; 

Dear  heart !  at  once  bereaved  and  blest. 
Behold  the  infant  cherub  rise  ; 

He  smiles  upon  an  angel's  breast. 


374  MAN. 

4  Rejoice  amid  thy  sorrow's  tears  ; 
Rejoice,  for  unto  thee  't  was  given 
To  swell  the  music  of  the  spheres, 
To  bear  an  an<j;el-babe  for  heaven. 

564  L.  M.  Mrs.  Babbauld. 
JDeati)  of  t|)e  3kfn$teous. 

SWEET  is  the  scene  when  virtue  dies  ! 
"When  sinks  a  righteous  soul  to  rest ; 
How  mildlv  beam  the  closing  eves, 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away, 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er, 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

4  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 

*  *  How  blessed  the  righteous  when  he  dies  !  " 

565  L.  M.  Watts. 
(Efmst's  ^Presence  ntnfees  Bent!)  easi>. 

WHY  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 


DEATH.  375 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

566  S.  M.  Anon. 

!$q  sucf)  Sfrfirg  as  jB^eatfu 

"  npHERE  's  no  such  thing  as  death," 

-1-      To  those  that  think  aright ; 
'  T  is  but  the  racer  casting  off 

What  most  impedes  his  flight ; 
6  Tis  but  one  little  act, 

Life's  drama  must  contain  ; 
One  struggle  keener  than  the  rest? 

And  then  an  end  of  pain. 

2   ' '  There  's  no  such  thing  as  death ;" 

In  nature  nothing  dies  ! 
From  each  soft  remnant  of  decay 

Some  forms  of  life  arise. 
The  faded  leaf  that  falls, 

All  sere  and  brown  to  earth, 
Erelong  shall  mingle  with  the  shapes 

That  ga^e  the  flow'ret  birth. 


376  MAN. 

3  ' '  There 's  no  such  thing  as  death," 

'  T  is  but  the  blooming  spray, 
Sinking  before  the  coming  fruit 

That  seeks  the  summer's  ray : 
'Tis  but  the  bud  displaced, 

As  comes  the  perfect  flower  ; 
1 T  is  faith  exchanged  for  sight, 

And  weariness  for  power. 

567  7's  M.  Thomas  Hood. 

jfaretoelt  3lif e !  ©STelcome  SLffe! 

FAEEWELL  life  !  My  senses  swim, 
And  the  world  is  growing  dim  : 
Thronging  shadows  cloud  the  light, 
Like  the  advent  of  the  night  — 
Colder,  colder,  colder  still, 
Upward  steals  a  vapor  chill ; 
Strong  the  earthy  odor  grows, — 
I  smell  the  mould  above  the  rose . 

2  Welcome  life  !  the  spirit  strives  ! 
Strength  returns  and  hope  revives  ; 
Cloudy  fears  and  shapes  forlorn 
Fly  like  shadows  at  the  morn ; 
O'er  the  earth  there  comes  a  bloom ; 
Sunny  light  for  sullen  gloom, 
Warm  perfume  for  vapor  cold  — 
I  smell  the  rose  above  the  mould  ! 


5gg  7  &  6's  M.  C.  Malan. 

Kt  in  not  33gfns 
O,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
To  go  unto  our  God, 
The  weary  earth  forsaking, 
Our  journey  homeward  taking 
Along  the  starry  road. 


N' 


DEATH.  377 


No,  no,  it  ifc  not  dying 

Heaven's  citizen  to  be, 
The  crown  eternal  wearing, 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing, 
From  care  and  conflict  free. 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  hear  the  precious  word, 
Eeceive  a  Father's  blessing, 
Forevermore  possessing 
The  favor  of  the  Lord. 


5g9  8  &  7's  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

Mmfy  of  a  Yo mis  ®ffrl. 

QISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 

O     Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening, 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees, 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber  — 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low : 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  oar  number ; 
Thou  no  more  our  sono-s  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us  ; 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 
But 't  is  God  that  hath  bereft  us  : 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled, 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 


378  MAN. 

570  L-  M-  BuRLiiicir. 

«  eUJn*  seeft  #e  tjje  2LWnjj  amoitfl  tjje  JBeati  ?  » 
A  H !  why  should  bitter  tears  be  shed 
-a-  In  sorrow  o'er  the  mounded  sod, 
When  verily  there  are  no  dead 
Of  all  the  children  of  our  God  ? 

2  They  who  are  lost  to  outward  sense 
Have  but  flung  off  their  robes  of  clay, 
And,  clothed  in  heavenly  radiance, 
Attend  us  on  our  lowly  way. 

3  And  oft  their  spirits  breathe  in  ours 

The  hope  and  strength  and  love  of  theirs, 
Which  bloom  as  bloom  the  early  flowers 
In  breath  of  summer's  viewless  airs. 

4  And  silent  aspirations  start, 

In  promptings  of  their  purer  thought, 
Which  gently  lead  the  troubled  heart 
To  joys  not  even  Hope  had  wrought. 

571  L-  M-  Norton. 

asiessrtmess  of  t&e  $fous  J3eaTr. 

OSTAY  thy  tears  ;  for  they  are  blest, 
,    Whose  days  are  past,  whose  toil  is  done  : 
Here  midnight  care  disturbs  our  rest ; 
Here  sorrow  dims  the  noonday  sun. 

2  How  blest  are  they  whose  transient  years 
Pass  like  an  evening  meteor's  flight ! 
Not  dark  with  guilt,  nor  dim  with  tears ; 
Whose  course  is  short,  unclouded,  bright. 


DEATH.  379 

O,  cheerless  were  our  lengthened  way ; 

But  heaven's  own  light  dispels  the  gloom, 
Streams  downward  from  eternal  day, 

And  casts  a  glory  round  the  tomb. 

O,  stay  thy  tears  :  the  blest  above 
Have  hailed  a  spirit's  heavenly  birth, 

And  sung  a  song  of  joy  and  love , 

Then  why  should  anguish  reign  on  earth  ? 


5*72  **'  ^*  ^RS*  ^•A0KAT- 

«« gteleep  fn  Cfjrfst." 

A  SLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
-jljL     From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep  $ 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  dread  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woes  shall  dim  that  hour, 
Which  manifests  the  Saviour's  power  ! 

8  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  hiding-place ; 
On  Indian  plains,  or  Lapland's  snows, 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


380  MAN. 

573  L.  M.  J.  Taylor. 

Sfje  Shortness  of  SLfte 

LIKE  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain, 
Or  clouds  that  roll  successive  on, 
Man's  busy  generations  pass. 

And  while  we  gaze  their  forms  are  gone. 

2  "  He  lived,  —  he  died  ;  "  behold  the  sum. 

The  abstract  of  the  historian's  page  I 
Alike,  in  God's  all-seeing  eye, 

The  infant's  day,  the  patriarch's  age, 

3  O  Father  !  in  whose  mighty  hand 

The  boundless  years  and  ages  lie ; 
Teach  us  thy  boon  of  life  to  prize, 
And  use  the  moments  as  they  fly ; 

4  To  crowd  the  narrow  span  of  life 

With  wise  designs  and  virtuous  deeds  ; 
And  bid  us  wake  from  death's  dark  night, 
To  share  the  glory  that  succeeds. 


574  8  &  7's  M.  Hornjb, 

Autumn  ££J  am  m<js. 

SEE  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 
Dry  and  withered,  to  the  ground; 
Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound  :  — 

2  "  Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming, 
Who  the  paths  of  pleasure  tread,  — 
View  us,  Jate  in  beauty  blooming, 
Numbered  now  among  the  dead. 


DEATH.  381 

3  "  What  though  yet  no  losses  grieve  you, 

Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace, 
Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you : 
Summer  gives  to  autumn  place. 

4  On  the  tree  of  life  eternal, 

Let  our  highest  hopes  be  stayed ; 
This  alone,  forever  vernal, 

Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade. 

575  k.  M.  Joseph  B.  Suite. 
&ftaft  to  23fe. 

AFKAID  to  die  !  O,  idle  fear ! 
Since  God  our  Father  is  so  near, 
With  loving  arms  to  clasp  the  soul 
Released  from  pain  and  earth's  control. 

2  Afraid  to  die  !   O,  idle  thought ! 

Since  Christ  the  immortal  life  hath  brought 
So  clearly  to  our  raptured  eyes, 
How  can  we  shrink  from  Paradise  ! 

3  Afraid  to  die  !  no,  Father,  no  ; 
When  thou  shalt  call  I  '11  gladly  go ; 
In  death  or  life  I  would  be  thine, 
And  to  thy  will  my  own  resign. 

576  8  &  6's  M.  Anonymous. 
K^zxz  is  no  SGBeatj). 

THERE  is  no  death  !  The  stars  go  down 
To  rise  upon  some  fairer  shore  ; 
And  bright  in  heaven's  jewelled  crown 
They  shine  for  evermore. 


382  man. 

2  There  is  no  death  !     The  dust  we  tread 

Shall  change  beneath  the  summer  showers 
To  golden  grain  or  mellow  fruit, 
Or  rainbow-tinted  flowers. 

3  The  granite  rocks  disorganize 

To  feed  the  hungry  moss  they  bear ; 
The  forest  leaves  drink  daily  life 
From  out  the  viewless  air. 

4  There  is  no  death  !  The  leaves  may  fall, 

The  flowers  may  fade  and  pass  away  — 
They  only  wait  through  wintry  hours 
The  coming  of  the  May. 

•  5  There  is  no  death  !  An  angel  form 

Walks  o'er  the  earth  with  silent  tread, 
He  bears  our  best  loved  things  away, 
And  then  we  call  them  "  dead." 

6  He  leaves  our  hearts  all  desolate  — 

He  plucks  our  fairest,  sweetest  flowers  ; 
Transplanted  into  bliss,  they  now 
Adorn  immortal  bowers. 

577  7's  M-  Anonymous. 

Bftge. 

CLAY  to  clay,  and  dust  to  dust ! 
Let  them  mingle  —  for  they  must ! 
Give  to  earth  the  earthly  clod, 
For  the  spirit 's  fled  to  God. 

2  Deep  the  pit,  and  cold  the  bed, 
Where  the  spoils  of  death  are  laid ; 
Stiff  the  curtains,  chill  the  gloom, 
Of  man's  melancholy  tomb. 


IMMORTxiLITY   AND    HEAVEN.  383 

3  Look  aloft  !  The  spirit's  risen  — 
Death  cannot  the  soul  imprison  ; 
'  T  is  in  heaven  that  spirits  dwell, 
Glorious,  though  invisible. 

578  Tm  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 

"Messtfs  aretije  29eatr,  t$at  trfe  in  tje  3iotfJ." 
"O  EADY  for  their  glorious  crown,  — 
li     Sorrows  past  and  sins  forgiven,  — 
Here  they  lay  their  burthen  down, 
Hallowed  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 

2  Yes  !  the  Christian's  course  is  run ; 
Ended  is  the  glorious  strife ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  work  is  done ; 
Death  is  swallowed  up  in  life. 


IMMORTALITY  AND  HEAVEN. 

573  -k*  ^*  Anonymous. 

2Cf)e  3Setter  3Lantr. 

THERE  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen, 
In  visions  of  enraptured  thought, 
So  bright  that  all  which  spreads  between 
Is  with  its  radiant  glory  fraught :  — 

2  A  land  upon  whose  blissful  shore 

There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain ; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no  more, 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 

3  Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies, 

With  varying  hues  of  shade  and  light ; 
It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise, 
To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 


384  MAN. 

4  There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 
Across  that  calm,  serene  abode ; 
The  wanderer  there  a  home  may  find, 
Within  the  paradise  of  God. 


580  L.  M.  Mrs.  Stbelb, 

8Ttje  fltorfous  WWoxlti  on  5B?fflt). 

THERE  is  a  glorious  world  on  high, 
Resplendent  with  eternal  day  ; 
Faith  views  the  blissful  prospect  nigh, 
And  God's  own  word  reveals  the  way. 

2  There  shall  the  servants  of  the  Lord 

With  never-fading  lustre  shine  ; 
Surprising  honor  !   large  reward, 
Conferred  on  man  by  love  divine  I 

3  The  shining  firmament  shall  fade, 

And  sparkling  stars  resign  their  light ; 
But  these  shall  know  no  change  nor  shade. 
Forever  fair,  forever  bright. 

4  And  shall  not  these  cold  hearts  of  ours 

Be  kindled  at  the  glorious  view  ? 
Come,  Lord,  awake  our  active  powers, 
Our  feeble,  dying  strength  renew. 


5  On  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
O,  may  our  spirits  daily  rise  ; 
And  reach  at  last  the  shining  choir, 
In  the  bright  mansions  of  the  skiee. 


IMMORTALITY  AND  HEAVEN.       385 

581  8  &  4's.  Montgomery. 

2T$ete  in  a  ©aim  for  tfjose  tofto  toeeji. 

THERE  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found ; 
They  softly  lie,  and  sweetly  sleep, 
Low  in  the  ground. 

2  The  storm  that  racks  the  wintry  sky 

No  more  disturbs  their  deep  repose 
Than  summer  evening's  latest  sigh, 
That  shuts  the  rose. 

3  I  long  to  lay  this  painful  head 

And  aching  heart  beneath  the  soil ; 
To  slumber  in  that  dreamless  bed, 
From  all  my  toil. 

4  The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image,  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  star  of  day. 

5  The  sun  is  but  a  spark  of  fire, 

A  transient  meteor  in  the  sky ; 
The  soul,  immortal  as  its  Sire, 
Shall  never  die. 


582  C.  M.  Watts. 

&  ^rosjiect  of  t$e  ^eabenlg  Canaan. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
25 


386  maw. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides., 

And  never-withering  flowers ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood? 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 

So,  to  the  Jews,  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ; 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


583  G.  M.  Stennett. 

prospect  of  tfje  ^tomifsrtt  SLairtr. 

|N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wistful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 


o= 


DIMOIiTALITY   AND    HEAVEN.  387 

2  0  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields,  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  All  o'er  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God,  the  sun,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away.  . 

4  No  chilling  winds  or  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  nor  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 


584  L.  M.  6  1.  Sarah  F.  Adams. 

"&ntt  ttje^  fount!  tfje  Stone  tolleti  atoag  from  tje 
Sepulchre." 

THE  mourners  came  at  break  of  day 
Unto  the  garden-sepulchre ; 
With  darkened  hearts  to  weep  and  pray, 
For  Him,  the  loved  one,  buried  there. 
What  radiant  light  dispels  the  gloom  ? 
An  angel  sits  beside  the  tomb. 

2  Then  mourn  we  not  beloved  dead, 

E'en  while  we  come  to  weep  and  pray ; 
The  happy  spirit  far  hath  fled 

To  brighter  realms  of  endless  day ; 
Immortal  hope  dispels  the  gloom  ! 
An  angel  sits  beside  the  tomb. 


388  MAN. 

585  8  &  G's  M.  W.  B.  Tappan. 

SQcaben  SntfctyateTr. 
nPHERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 
JL      To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast ; 
'T  is  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driven, 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  —  't  is  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

The  heart  no  longer  riven, — 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom. 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

586  L-  M-  8  L  Bowring. 

STfje  ?££oj)e  of  another  2Lffe. 

IF  all  our  hopes  and  all  our  fears 
Were  prisoned  in  life's  narrow  bound ; 
If — travellers  through  this  vale  of  tears  — 

We  saw  no  better  world  beyond  ; 
O,  who  could. check  the  rising  sigh? 

What  earthly  thing  could  pleasure  give? 
O,  who  could  venture  then  to  die? 
Or,  who  could  venture  then  to  live  ? 


IMMORTALITY  AND  HEAVEN.       389 

2  Were  life  a  dark  and  desert  moor, 

Where  mist  and  clouds  eternal  spread 
Their  gloomy  veil  behind,  before, 

And  tempests  thunder  overhead ; 
Where  not  a  sunbeam  breaks  the  gloom, 

And  not  a  floweret  smiles  beneath, — 
Who  could  exist  in  such  a  tomb  ? 

Who,  dwell  in  darkness  and  in  death? 

3  And  such  were  life,  without  the  ray 

Of  our  divine  religion  given ; 
'T  is  this  that  makes  our  darkness  day, — 

'T  is  this  that  makes  our  earth  a  heaven. 
Bright  is  the  golden  sun  above, 

And  beautiful  the  flowers  that  bloom, 
And  all  is  joy,  and  all  is  love, 

Reflected  from  the  world  to  come. 

587  C.  M.  Ch.  Psalmist. 

JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home ! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats  !  through  bright  or  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

3  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 


390  mak. 

4  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  f 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  peace  shall  see. 

5gg  8  &  7's  M.     J.  G.  Bartholomew. 

ffifuartifan  Stnjjcls. 

"And  there  appeared  an  angel  unto  him  from  heaven,  strengthening 
him." 

IS  it  true  that  angels  hear  us, 
When  we  sing  our  songs  of  praise  ? 
That  bright  wings  are  waving  near  us, 

When  to  heaven  our  thoughts  we  raise? 
Is  it  true  that  when  we  're  praying 
Radiant  forms  are  bending  near? 
That  they  know  what  we  are  saying? 
And  our  every  word  can  hear  ? 

2  Is  it  true  that  in  our  sorrow, 

They  in  tender  love  draw  nighy 
Telling  us  of  that  bright  morrow, 

Where  no  tear  shall  dim  the  eye? 
Do  they  come  on  holy  missions 

From  our  Father's  home  above, 
To  return  with  our  petitions, 

And  our  songs  of  praise  and  love  ? 

3  Can  we  doubt  since  that  bright  legiors 

Came  rejoicing  to  the  earth, 
Leaving  the  celestial  region 

To  announce  the  Saviour's  birth? 
Or  when  in  the  garden  bending 

Christ  was  filled  with  pain  and  grief. 
Holy  angels  were  attending, 

With  their  words  of  sweet  relief  ? 


1MM0BTALITY  AND  HEAVEN.       391 

4  And  if  men  have  heard  their  chorus, 

On  the  earth  in  days  of  old, 
May  they  not  be  bending  o'er  us, 

With  their  crowns  and  harps  of  gold? 
Let  us  listen  to  their  singing, 

For  it  is  of  heavenly  love  ; 
And  the  very  air  is  ringing 

With  their  praise  of  God  above. 

539  S.   M.  MONTGOMBBY. 

jForeber  toftfc  t&e  3Lortr. 

FOREVER  with  the  Lord," 
Amen.     So  let  it  be  ; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word9 

And  immortality. 
Here  in  the  body  pent, 
Absent  from  him  1  roam, 
♦  Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

2  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul, how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  aspiring  eye, 

Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 
Yet  doubts  still  intervene, 

And  all  my  comfort  flies ; 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 

Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

3  < 6  Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 

Father,  if  \  is  thy  will, 
The  promise  of  thy  gracious  word? 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 


392 


MAN. 

Be  thou  at  my  right  hand, 

So  shall  I  never  fail : 
Uphold  me,  and  I  needs  must  stand ; 

Fight,  and  I  shall  prevail. 

So,  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 

And  life  eternal  gain. 
Knowing  "aslam  known," 

How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 

' «  Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 


590  s-  M-  Mrs.  Steele. 

'AB.  from  these  scenes  of  night 
Unbounded  glories,  rise,  » 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 


p 


2  No  cloud  those  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair ; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

3  There  night  is  never  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint,  sickly  ray ; 
But  glory  from  thJ  eternal  throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

4  0,may  this  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love  ! 
And  lively  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above. 


A1 


IMMORTALITY   AND   HEAVEN.  393 

59  J  CM.  C.  D.  Stuabt. 

attractions  of  ?§caben. 

S  distant  lands  beyond  the  sea, 

When  friends  go  thence,  draw  nigh, 
So  heaven,  when  friends  have  thither  gone, 
Draws  nearer  from  the  sky. 

2  And  as  those  lands  the  dearer  grow, 

When  friends  are  long  away, 
So  heaven  itself,  through  loved  ones  dead, 
Grows  dearer  day  by  day. 

3  Heaven  is  not  far  from  those  who  see, 

With  the  pure  spirit's  sight, 
But  near,  and  in  the  very  hearts 
Of  those  who  see  aright. 

592  Y'b  M.  ToPLADY. 

£!>e  ffxeets  Sjfoft. 

,EATHLESS  principle,  arise; 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies ; 
Pearl  of  price,  by  Jesus  bought, 
To  his  glorious  likeness  wro tight, 
Go  to  shine  before  his  throne, 
Deck  his  mediatorial  crown  ; 
Go,  his  triumphs  to  adorn, 
Made  for  God  —  to  God  return. 

Burst  thy  shackles,  drop  thy  clay, 
Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away  ; 
Singing,  to  thy  crown  remove, 
Swift  of  wing,  and  fired  with  love. 
Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream  ; 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  him  ; 
Him,  whose  dying  love  and  power 
Stilled  its  tossing,  hushed  its  roar. 


D: 


394  MAN. 

3  Saints  in  glory  perfect  made, 

Wait  thy  passage  through  the  shade ; 
Ardent  for  thy  coming  o'er, 
See,  they  throng  the  blissful  shore ; 
Mount,  their  transports  to  improve, 
Join  the  longing  choir  above  ; 
Swiftly  to  their  wish  be  given ; 
Kindle  higher  joy  in  heaven. 

593  L*  M-  Anonymous. 

&J)e  SKSTorUJ  to  Come. 

THERE  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen, 
That  wasting  time  can  ne'er  destroy, 
Where  mortal  footsteps  have  not  been, 
Nor  ear  hath  caught  its  sounds  of  joy. 

2  That  world  to  come  !  and  0,  how  blest !  — 

Fairer  than  prophets  ever  told  ; 
And  never  did  an  angel-cmest 
One  half  its  blessedness  unfold. 

3  It  is  all  holy  and  serene,  — 

The  land  of  glory  and  repose  ; 
And  there,  to  dim  the  radiant  scene, 
No  tear  of  sorrow  ever  flows. 

4  It  is  not  fanned  by  summer  gale  ; 

T  is  not  refreshed  by  vernal  showers  ; 
It  never  needs  the  moonbeam  pale, 

For  there  are  known  no  evening  hours. 

5  There  forms  unseen  by  mortal  eye, 

Too  glorious  for  our  sight  to  bear, 
Are  walking  with  their  God  on  high, 
And  waiting  our  arrival  there. 


IMMORTALITY  AND   HEAVEN.  395 

594  11S  ^'  MUULENBURG. 

SLonflfng  for  ^eaben. 

I  WOULD  not  live  ahvay ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 
way; 
The  few  lucid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  followed  by  gloom  or  beclouded  with  fear. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway  thus  fettered  by  sin  — 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway,  no  —  welcome  the  tomb  : 
Since    Jesus  hath  lain   there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest ;  he  will  bid  me  arise, 
To  share  in  his  joy  and  his  life  in  the  skies. 


4  Who,  who  would  live  alway  away  from  his  God  — 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er  the 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 

5  There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Then  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

595  S.  M.  Brigg's  Coll. 

£])€  ®eabcnl2  (Kali. 

CiOME  to  the  land  of  peace, 
J     From  shadows  come  away, 
Where  all  the  sounds  of  weeping  cease, 
And  storms  no  more  have  sway. 


396 


MAN. 


2  Fear  hath  no  dwelling  here, 

But  pure  repose  and  love 
Breathe  through  the  bright,  celestial  air, 
The  spirit  of  the  dove. 

3  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest, 

Gathered  from  every  land  ; 
For  here  thy  soul  shall  find  its  rest, 
Amidst  the  sinning  band. 

4  In  this  divine  abode 

Change  leaves  no  saddening  trace  ; 
Come,  trusting  spirit,  to  thy  God, 
Thy  holy  resting-place  ! 

596  L.  M.  BOWRTNG. 

iHemorg  of  tfje  Jttst. 
T^ARTH'S  transitory  things  decay, 
-a-^     Its  pomps,  its  pleasures  pass  away  ; 
But  the  sweet  memory  of  the  good 
Survives  in  the  vicissitude. 

2  As  'mid  the  ever-rolling  sea, 
The  eternal  isles  established  be, 
'Gainst  winch  the  surges  of  the  main 
Fret,  dash,  and  break  themselves  in  vain  : 

3  As  in  the  heavens  the  urns  divine 
Of  golden  light  forever  shine  ; 

Though  clouds  may  darken,  storms  may  rage, 
They  still  shine  on  from  age  to  a«-e  :  — 

4  So,  through  the  ocean-tide  of  years, 
The  memory  of  the  just  appears  ; 

So,  through  the  tempest  and  the  gloom, 
The  good  man's  virtues  light  the  tomb. 


IMMORTALITY  AND  HEAVEN.       397 

597  C.  M.  H.  B.  Stowe. 

fffje  otf)er  £ffi?orttr. 

T  lies  around  us  like  a  cloud,  — 
A  world  we  do  not  see ; 
Yet  the  sweet  closing  of  an  eye 
May  bring  us  there  to  be. 

2  Sweet  hearts  around  us  throb  and  beat, 

Sweet  helping  hands  are  stirred, 
And  palpitates  the  veil  between 
With  breathings  almost  heard. 

3  The  silence  —  awful,  sweet,  and  calm  — 

They  have  no  power  to  break ; 
For  mortal  words  are  not  for  them 
To  utter  or  partake. 

4  Scarce  knowing  if  we  wake  or  sleep, 

Scarce  asking  where  we  are, 
We  feel  all  evil  sink  away 
All  sorrow  and  all  care. 


598  ^'  -M-"  Montgomery. 

preparation  for  j^eabcn. 
EAVEN  is  a  place  of  rest  from  sin, 
But  all  who  hope  to  enter  there 
Should  here  that  holy  course  begin 

Which  shall  their  souls  for  rest  prepare. 


H 


Clean  hearts,  O  God, in  us  create; 

Eight  spirits  in  us,  Lord,  renew; 
Commence  we  now  that  higher  state  ; 

Now  do  thy  will  as  angels  do. 


398  MAN. 

3  In  Jesus'  footsteps  may  we  tread, 
Learn  every  lesson  of  his  love ; 
And  be  from  grace  to  glory  led, 

From  heaven  below  to  heaven  above. 


599  c-  **•  Doddridge. 

&Ije  CBfaj)  to  tljc  ?£eabcnl2  <£fts. 
TNG,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Your  great  Deliverer  sing  ; 
Pilgrims,  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 


S1 


2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  Father,  God. 

3  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head, 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength, 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still, 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 

gOO  7's  M-  6  *•  BowRiNa. 

LEAD  us  with  thy  gentle  sway, 
As  a  willing  child  is  led  ; 
Speed  us  on  our  forward  way, 

As  a  pilgrim,  Lord,  is  sped, 
Who  with  prayers  and  helps  divine 
Seeks  a  consecrated  shrine. 


IMMORTALITY   AND   HEAVEN.  399 

2  We  are  pilgrims,  and  our  goal 

Is  that  distant  land  whose  bourn 
Is  the  haven  of  the  soul ; 

Where  the  mourners  cease  to  mourn. 
Where  the  Saviour's  hand  will  dry 
Every  tear  from  every  eye. 

3  Lead  us  thither  !  thou  dost  know 

All  the  way ;  but  wanderers  we 
Often  miss  our  path  below, 

And  stretch  out  our  hands  to  thee ; 
Guide  us,  —  save  us,  —  and  prepare 
Our  appointed  mansion  there  ! 

(5QJ  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

2Tf)e  3&fber  of  3Lfie. 

THERE  is  a  pure  and  peaceful  wave, 
That  issues  from  the  throne  of  love, 
Whose  waters  gladden  as  they  lave 
The  bright  and  heavenly  courts  above. 

2  The  pilgrim  faint,  who  seems  to  sink 

Beneath  the  sultry  sky  of  time, 
May  here  repose,  and  freely  drink 
The  waters  of  that  better  clime. 

3  And  every  soul  may  here  partake 

The  blessings  of  the  fount  above ; 
And  none  who  drink  will  e'er  forsake 
The  crystal  stream  of  boundless  love. 


400  31  AN. 

602  °-  M.  W.  B.  0.  Pbabodt. 

Hbenmjj  J£e*Oftatfons. 

BEHOLD  the  western  evening  light, 
It  melts  in  deepening  gloom ; 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 

Descending  to  the  tomb. 
The  winds  breathe  low,  —  the  withering  leaf 

Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree  ; 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 
When  good  men  cease  to  be. 

2  How  beautiful,  on  all  the  hills, 

The  crimson  light  is  shed, 
'T  is  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 

To  mourners  round  his  bed. 
How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast, 
*T  is  like  the  memory  left  behind, 

When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

3  And  now  above  the  dews  of  night 

The  yellow  star  appears  ; 
So  faith  springs  in  the  hearts  of  those 

Whose  eyes  are  bathed  in  tears. 
But  soon  the  morning's  happier  light 

Its  glories  shall  restore  ; 
And  eyelids  that  are  sealed  in  death 

Shall  wake  to  close  no  more. 


CONSOLATION.  401 


CONSOLATION'. 


g()3  C.  M.  Moore. 

Consolation. 

THOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 
How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fiy  to  thee  ! 

2  But  thou  Avilt  heal  the  broken  heart, 

Which  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
Breathes  sweetness  oift  of  woe. 

3  When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers, 

And  e'en  the  hope  that  threw 

A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears 

Is  dimmed  and  vanished  too  ; 

4  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  thee,  grows  bright, 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  li<2;ht 
We  never  saw  by  day. 


i 


604  L- p- M-  Watts- 

Source  of  Consolation, 

'LL  praise  my  Maker  while  I  've  breath, 

And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ;  — 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 
2Q 


402 


MAN. 


2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 

On  Israel's  God ;  —  he  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train, 

His  truth  forever  stands  secure ; 

He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind ; 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ;  — 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

605  L-  M.  Norton. 

Exust  atrtr  Sufomfssfon. 

MY  God,  I  thank  thee  !  may  no  thought 
E'er  deem  thy  chastisements  severe ; 
But  may  this  heart,  by  sorrow  taught, 
Calm  each  wild  wish,  each  idle  fear. 

2  Thy  mercy  bids  all  nature  bloom  ; 

The  sun  shines  bright,  and  man  is  gay  ; 
Thine  equal  mercy  spreads  the  gloom, 
That  darkens  o'  er  his  little  day. 


CONSOLATION.  403 

3  Full  many  a  throb  of  grief  and  pain 

Thy  frail  and  erring  child  must  know : 
But  not  one  prayer  is  breathed  in  vain, 
Nor  does  one  tear  unheeded  flow. 

4  Thy  various  messengers  employ ; 

Thy  purposes  of  love  fulfil ; 
And  'mid  the  wreck  of  human  joy, 
Let  kneeling  faith  adore  thy  will. 

g06  L-  M-  Bryant. 

«*3SlesseTr  are  t&eg  t$at .  mourc." 
|EEM  not  that  they  are  blessed  alone, 
Whose  days  a  peaceful  tenor  keep ; 
The  God,  who  loves  our  race,  has  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears. 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  earnests  of  serener  years. 

3  O,  there  are  days  of  sunny  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ! 
Grief  may  abide,  an  evening  guest, 
But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  And  thou,  who  o'er  thy  friend's  low  bier 

Sheddest  the  bitter  drops  like  rain, 
Hope  that  a  brighter,  happier  sphere 
Will  give  him  to  thy  arms  again. 

5  For  God  hath  marked  each  anguished  day 

And  numbered  every  secret  tear ; 
And  heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay 
For  all  his  children  suffer  here.. 


404  MAN. 

(J07  P.  M.  Montgomery. 

JFrfettOs  Ufe,  but  to  Iftoe  ao,af:i. 

FRIEND  after  friend  departs  ; 
Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 

That  finds  not  here  an  end. 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying-,  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime? 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Nor  life's  affections  but  a  fire 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown,  — 
A  whole  eternity  of  lo\e 

And  blessedness  alone ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

4  Thus,  star  by  star  declines 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  hioh  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day. 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night  — 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 

gQg  C.  M.  Whittieb. 

(Soli's  2Lobe  autr  ©arc. 
LONG  for  household  voices  gone, 
For  vanished  smiles  I  long, 
But  God  hath  led  my  dear  ones  on, 


i 


And  he  can  do  no  wrong. 


CONSOLATION.  405 

2  I  know  not  what  the  future  hath 

Of  marvel  or  surprise, 
Assured  alone  that  life  and  death 
His  mercy  underlies. 

3  And  if  my  heart  and  flesh  are  weak 

To  bear  an  untried  pain, 
The  bruised  reed  he  will  not  break 
But  strengthen  and  sustain. 

4  And  so  beside  the  silent  sea 

I  wait  the  muffled  oar ; 
No  harm  from  him  can  come  to  me 
On  ocean  or  on  shore. 

5  I  know  not  where  his  islands  lift 

Their  fronded  palms  in  air ; 
I  only  know  I  cannot  drift 
Beyond  his  love  and  care. 

g09  0-  M-  Watts. 

3&ourn  not  tlje  3Bz$<txWa. 

WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Then  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
The  grave  where  once  our  Saviour  lay, 
Hath  lost  its  fearful  gloom. 

3  Thence  he  arose  —  and  now  commends 

To  us  his  gracious  charms  ! 

The  glory  that  his  truth  attends, 

Death  of  its  sting  disarms. 


406  MAN. 

4  Though  earth  and  all  its  joys  be  dim. 
On  him  in  faith  rely  ; 
Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  him,  — 
That  life  can  never  die. 


610  12&ll'sM.  Heber. 

2T£ou  att  jjone  to  tije  €£rabe. 

THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will 
not  deplore  thee ; 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the 
tomb ; 
The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals  be- 
fore thee ; 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 
the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  we  no  longer  be- 

hold thee, 

Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by 
thy  side  : 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  en- 
fold thee, 

And   sinners    may  hope,    since  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  and,  its  mansion 

forsaking, 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered 
long ;  ^ 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on 
thy  waking, 

And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the  sera- 
phim's song. 


CONSOLATION.  407 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee ; 
Since  God  was  thy  Refuge,  thy  Guardian, 
thy  Guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore 
thee; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  since  the   Saviour 
hath  died. 


QY  CM.  Montgomery. 

(EJjrfstfait  7%ta$z: 

THE  broken  ties  of  happier  days, 
How  often  do  they  seem 
To  come  before  the  mental  gaze, 
Like  a  remembered  dream  ; 

2  And  earthly  hand  can  ne'er  again 

Unite  these  broken  ties, 
Around  us  each  dissevered  chain 
In  sparkling  ruin  lies. 

3  0,who  in  such  a  world  as  this, 

Could  bear  their  lot  of  pain, 
Did  not  one  radiant  hope  of  bliss 
Unclouded  yet  remain  ? 

4  That  hope  the  sovereign  Lord  has  given, 

Who  reigns  above  the  skies  ; — 
Hope,  that  unites  our  souls  to  heaven-, 
By  faith's  endearing  ties. 


408 


MAN, 


612  H&4'sM.  Whittieb. 

®t)c  gLtiQcls  of  (Kxiel 

WITH  silence  only  as  their  benediction, 
God's  angels  come, 
Where,  in  the  shadow  of  a  great  affliction, 
The  soul  sits  dumb  ! 

2  Yet  would  we  say,  what  eveiy  heart  approveth,— 

Our  Father's  will, 
Calling  to  him  the  dear  ones  whom  he  loveth, 
In  mercy  still. 

3  Not  upon  us  or  ours  the  solemn  angel 

Hath  evil  wrought  ; 

The  funeral  anthem  is  a  glad  evangel ; 

The  good  die  not ! 

4  God  calls  our  loved  ones,  but  we  lose  not  wholly 

What  he  has  given  ; 
They  live  on  earth  in  thought  and  deed,  as  truly 
As  in  his  heaven. 

613  10&ll's.  Moore. 

Come,  2e  disconsolate. 

COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish  ; 
Come,  at  the  shrine  of  God  fervently  kneel, 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure, 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God's  name  saying, 

Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 


CONSOLATION.  409 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life  ;  see  waters  flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  living  and  pure  ; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love;  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

g]  4  6  &  4's  M.  Ann  W.  Hall. 

^rager  til  Sorroto. 

I^ATHEK,  O,  hear  me  now  ! 
Father  divine  ! 
Thou,  only  thou,  canst  see 
The  heart's  deep  agony,  — 
Help  me  to  say  to  thee, 
Thy  will,  not  mine  ! 

2  O  God  !  be  thou  my  stay 

In  this  dark  hour  ; 
Kindly  each  sorrow  hear, 
Hush  every  troubled  fear, 
And  let  me  still  revere 

And  own  thy  power. 

3  In  thee  alone  I  trust, 

The  Holy  One  ! 
Humbly  to  thee  I  pray 
That,  through  each  troubled  day 
Of  life,  I  still  may  say, 

Thy  will  be  done. 

(515  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

Wot  lost,  out  gone  oefore. 

WHY  should  we  weep  and  mourn  for  those 
Whose  places  know  them  here  no  more ; 
Released  from  all  life's  hurtful  foes, 

They  are  not  lost,  —  but  gone  before. 


410  MAN. 

2  How  many  weary  days  on  earth, 

How  many  griefs,  they  numbered  o'er  ! 
Now  they  enjoy  a  heavenly  birth  : 

They  are  not  lost,  —  but  gone  before. 

3  Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep, 

And  sweet  the  strain  which  angels  pom' ; 
O,  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep  ? 
They  are  not  lost,  —  but  gone  before. 


gig  C.   M.  Faber. 

&i)e  fStettxal  Years. 

OT\r  shalt  thou  bear  the  cross  that  now 
So  dread  a  weight  appears  ? 
Keep  quietly  to  God,  and  think 
Upon  the  eternal  years. 


H 


2  Austerity  is  little  help, 

Although  it  somewhat  cheers  ; 
Thine  oil  of  okdness  is  the  thought 
Of  the  eternal  years. 

3  Bear  gently,  suffer  like  a  child, 

Nor  be  ashamed  of  tears  ; 
Kiss  the  sweet  cross,  and  in  thy  heart 
Sing  of  the  eternal  years. 

4  Death  will  have  rainbows  round  it,  seen 

Through  calm  contrition's  tears, 
If  tranquil  Hope  but  trims  her  lamp 
At  the  eternal  years. 


FUXERAL   HYMN'S.  411 

FUNERAL  HYMNS. 

gl7  6  &  4's  M.  Mrs.  Southey. 

m^mzo  of  tfje  acbjlg. 
HpREAD  softly  —  bow  the  head  — 
JL      In  reverent  silence  bow ; 
No  passing  bell  cloth  toll ; 
Yet  an  immortal  soul 
Is  passing  now. 

2  Stranger  !  however  great,  ■ 

With  holy  reverence  bow ; 
There  ?s  one  in  that  poor  shed, 
One  by  that  paltry  bed, 

Greater  than  thou. 

3  Oh  !  change  —  O  wondrous  change  ! 

Burst  are  the  prison  bars  — 
This  moment,  there,  so  low, 
So  agonized,  and  now 

Beyond  the  stars  I 

4  Oh  !  change  —  stupendous  change  ! 

There  lies  the  soulless  clod : 
The  sun  eternal  breaks, 
The  new  immortal  wakes, 

Wakes  with  Iris  God  ! 

618  7's  M-  OL  Wesley. 

W$z  Christian's  JBeati). 

"1VTOW  the  Christian's  course  is  run, 
JL  l      Ended  is  the  glorious  strife  ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  crown  is  won, 
Death  is  swallowed  up  of  life. 


412  MAN. 

2  Borne  by  angels  on  their  wings, 

From  the  earth  his  spirit  flies 
To  the  Lord  he  loved,  and  sings, 
Triumphing  in  paradise. 

3  Join  we,  then,  with  one  accord 

In  the  new  and  joyful  song  ; 
Absent  from  our  glorious  Lord 
We  shall  not  continue  long ; 

4  We  shall  quit  the  house  of  clay, 

Better  joys  with  him  to  share  ; 
We  shall  see  the  realms  of  day, 
We  shall  meet  our  brethren  there. 

glQ  L.  M.  Watts. 

33eat|)  antr  3Sutfal  of  a  ©ijrfstfan. 

UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ! 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  thy  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ;  God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed  the  bed  < 
Then  rest,  dear  saint,  for  from  his  throne 
Morning  shall  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Hail !  glorious  resurrection  morn  ! 

Attend,  O  earth,  thy  Sovereign's  word  ! 
Not  earthly  dust,  but  souls  new-born, 
Shall  live  forever  with  the  Lord. 


FUNERAL   HYMNS.  413 

g<2Q  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

<£n  ttje  Beatt)  of  an  a^etr  (Ktmstfatt. 

"  I  haVe  fought  a  good  fight ';  I  have  finished  my  course.'* 

EEVANT  of  God,  well  done  ! 
Rest  from  thy  loved  employ  : 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 

Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 
The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear  ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame  — 

He  fell,  but  felt  no  feai\ 

2  Tranquil  amidst  alarms, 
It  found  him  on  the  field, 

A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms. 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

His  spirit,  with  abound, 
Burst  its  encumbering  clay ; 

His  teat,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground, 
A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

3  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 
Labor  and  sorrow  cease, 

And  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last. 

His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 
Soldier  of  Christ !  well  done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ  : 
And  while  eternal  ages  run, 

Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 


()21  S.  M.  Anonymous. 

<&g  3&est,  fair  ©jm*. 
O  to  thy  rest,  fair  child  ! 
Go  to  thy  dreamless  bed, 
While  yet  so  gentle,  undefiled, 
With  blessings  on  thy  head. 


G' 


414  MAN. 

2  Ere  sin  had  seared  the  breast, 

Or  sorrow  woke  the  tear,  — 
Rise  to  thy  throne  of  changeless  rest, 
In  yon  celestial  sphere. 

3  Because  thy  smile  was  fair, 

Thy  lip  and  eye  so  bright, 
Because  thy  loving  cradle  care 
Was  such  a  fond  delight,  — 

4  Shall  love  with  weak  embrace, 

Thy  upward  wing  detain  ? 
No,  gentle  angel,  seek  thy  place 
Amid  the  cherub  train. 


622  C.  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 

2Deat!)  of  tt>e  Younjj. 

CALM  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 
Young  spirit,  rest  thee  now  ! 
E'en  while  with  us  thy  footsteps  trod,. 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 

2  Dust,  to  its  narrow  house  beneath  ! 
Soul,  to  its  place  on  high  ! 
They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death, 
No  more  may  fear  to  die. 

8  Lone  are  the  paths  and  sad  the  bowers 
Whence  thy  meek  smile  is  gone ; 
But  O,  a  brighter  home  than  ours, 
In  heaven  is  now  thine  own. 


FUKEIiAL    I1YMXS.  415 

(J23  8  &  7's  M.      E.  C.  Waterston. 

fBeatf)  of  a  jjremnle  <Sdjolar. 

|NE  sweet  flower  has  drooped  and  faded, 
One  sweet  infant  voice  lias  fled, 
One  fair  brow  the  grave  has  shaded, 
One  dear  schoolmate  now  is  dead. 


0: 


2  But  we  feel  no  thought  of  sadness, 
For  our  friend  is  happy  now ; 
She  has  knelt  in  soul-felt  gladness, 
Where  the  blessed  angels  bow. 


""O 


3  She  lias  gone  to  heaven  before  us, 

But  she  turns  and  waves  her  hand, 
Pointing  to  the  glories  o'er  us, 
In  that  happy  spirit  land. 

4  God,  our  Father,  watch  above  us, 

Keep  us  from  all  danger  free  ; 
Do  thou  guard  and  guide  and  love  us, 
Till,  like  her,  we  go  to  thee. 


(324  C.  M.  Whittikr. 

3ieatf)  of  a  i>outtg  ffif cl. 

ANOTHER  hand  is  beckoning  us, 
Another  call  is  given  :  .. 
And  glows  once  more  with  angel  steps 
The  path  that  leads  to  heaven. 

2  O,  half  we  deemed  she  needed  not 

The  changing  of  her  sphere, 

To  give  to  heaven  a  shining  one, 

Who  walked  an  angel  here. 


41G  MAX. 

3  Unto  our  Father's  will  alone 

One  thought  has  reconciled  ; 
That  lie  whose  love  exceedeth  ours 
Hath  taken  home  his  child. 

4  Fold  her,  O  Father,  in  thine  arms, 

And  let  her  henceforth  be 
A  messenger  of  love  between 
Our  human  hearts  and  thee. 

5  Still  let  her  mild  rebukings  stand 

Between  us  and  the  wrong, 
And  her  dear  memory  serve  to  make 
Our  faith  in  goodness  strong. 

g25  ®'  ^'  Doddridge. 

Dcatlj  of  a  £Hfnfstcr. 
^HAT  though  the  arm  of  conquering  death 
Does  God's  own  house  invade  ; 
What  though  our  teacher  and  our  friend 
Is  numbered  with  the  dead ; 

2  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 

The  aged  and  the  young  ; 
The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  closed, 
And  dumb  th'  instructive  tongue  ; 

3  Th'  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

His  teaching  to  impart : 
Lord,  be  our  Leader  and  our  Guide, 
And  rule  and  keep  our  heart. 

4  Yes,  while  the  dear  Redeemer  lives, 

Wc  have  a  boundless  store, 
And  shall  be  fed  with  what  lie  gives, 
Who  lives  for  evermore. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS.  417 

(326  P-  M*  Anonymous. 

Deatlj  of  a  faftfjful  J&fnfster. 
|N  Zion's  holy  walls 

Is  quenched  a  beacon  light, 
In  vain  the  watchman  calls,  — 

'  <  Sentry  !  what  of  the  night  ?  " 
No  answering  voice  is  here : 

Say  —  does  the  soldier  sleep  ? 
O  yes  —  upon  the  bier, 

His  watch  no  niore  to  keep. 

2  Peace  to  thee,  man  of  God  ! 

Thine  earthly  toils  are  o'er, 
The  thorny  path  is  trod, 

The  Shepherd  trod  before  : 
Full  well  he  kept  his  word, — - 

' <  I  'm  with  thee  to  the  end ; 
Fear  not !  I  am  the  Lord, 

Thy  never-failing  friend." 

3  We  have  no  dirge  for  thee, 

It  should  not  call  a  tear 
To  know  that  thou  art  free ; 

Thy  home  —  it  was  not  here ! 
Joy  to  thee,  man  of  God  ! 

Thy  heaven-course  is  begun, 
Unshrinking,  thou  hast  trod 

Death's  vale,  —  thy  race  is  run. 

g27  11  &  10  's  M.        W.  M.  Fernald. 

&  Vtnlon  of  tf)e  eternal  6aor£. 

OGOD  of  glory !  when  with  eye  uplifted, 
Eye  of  the  soul  in  visioned  wonder  clear ; 
And  when  by  thine  eternal  spirit  gifted, 
What  deep  revealings  to  the  soul  appear  ! 

27 


418  MAN. 

2  Nature  recedes  ;  and  in  the  expanse  eternal, 

Spreading  and  opening  to  my  raptured  sight, 
I  see  the  hosts  of  God,  the  heights  supernal, 
The  church  triumphant  crowned  ■  in  heaven's 
own  light. 

3  Ah  !  there  are  they  who,  once  among  the  lowly, 

Erst  trod  the  paths  of  patient  virtue  here  ; 

And  there  are  they  who,  in  thy  presence  holy, 

Trembled  for  sin,  but  knew  no  other  fear. 

4  Prophets,  reformers,  — they  who,  God  revering, 

Battled  with  hoary  wrong  and  ancient  might ; 
Behold  them  now  in  triumph  reappearing 
On  all  the  hills  of  God,  in  glory  bright ! 

5  In  deepening  vision,  flames  a  light  before  them, 

Where  a  long  train  of  martyrs  rise  to  view ; 
And  lo  !  a  central  figure  bending  o'er  them, 
The  dear  Kedeemer  crowning  them  anew. 

6  Victors  and  heroes  all,  I  see  them  waving 

Triumphant  palms,  in  robes  of  purest  white : 
No  more  the  terrors  of  the  conflict  braving, 
Peace  is  their  lot,  and  heaven  is  their  delight. 


g28  n  &  6's*  Longfellow. 

3£esfjjnati(m. 

THERE  is  no  flock,  however   watch ed  and 
tended, 
But  one  dead  lamb  is  there  ! 
There  is  no  fireside,  howsoe'er  defended, 
But  has  one  vacant  chair. 


FUNERAL   HYMNS.  419 

2  Let  us  be  patient !     These  severe  afflictions 
,    Not  from  the  ground  arise, 

But  oftentimes  celestial  benedictions 
Assume  this  dark  disguise. 

3  We  see  but  dimly  through  the  mists  and  vapors 

Amid  these  earthly  damps, 
What  seem  to  us  but  sad,  funereal  tapers 
May  be  heaven's  distant  lamps. 

4  There  is  no  Death  !  What  seems  so  is  transition ; 

This  life  of  mortal  breath 
Is  but  a  suburb  of  the  life  elysian 
Whose  portal  we  call  death. 

5  She  is  not  dead  —  the  child  of  our  affection, 

But  gone  unto  that  school 
Where  she  no  longer  needs  our  poor  protection, 
And  Christ  himself  doth  rule. 

6  We  will  be  patient,  and  assuage  the  feeling 

We  may  not  wholly  stay ; 
By  silence  sanctifying,  not  concealing, 
The  grief  that  must  have  way. 


(329  L*  M-  Longfellow. 

<Su  spina. 

TAKE  them,  O  death  !  and  bear  away 
Whatever  thou  canst  call  thine  own, 
Thine  image  stamped  upon  this  clay 
Doth  give  thee  that,  but  that  alone. 


420 


MAN. 


2  Take  them,  O  grave  !  and  let  thern  lie 

Folded  upon  thy  narrow  shelves, 
As  garments  by  the  soul  laid  by, 
And  precious  only  to  ourselves  ! 

3  Take  them,  O  great  Eternity  ! 

Our  little  life  is  but  a  gust 
That  bends  the  branches  of  thy  tree 
And  trails  its  blossoms  in  the  dust. 


2Ti)e  atfjurci)* 


0; 


ITS  WORTH  AND  WORK. 

g30  7'S  M'      SpIRIT  0F  THE  PsALMg. 

©florg  of  t^e  (Efmtri). 

^N  thy  church,  O  Power  Divine, 
Cause  thy  glorious  face  to  shine ; 
Till  the  nations  from  afar 
Hail  her  as  their  guiding  star ; 
Till  her  sons,  from  zone  to  zone, 
Make  thy  great  salvation  known. 

2  Then  shall  God,  with  lavish  hand, 
Scatter  blessings  o'er  the  land ; 
Earth  shall  yield  her  rich  increase, 
Every  breeze  shall  whisper  peace, 
And  the  world's  remotest  bound, 
With  the  voice  of  praise  resound. 

(J31  0.  M.  Anonymous. 

£t)e5etofst)  antr  tf)e  CMm'sttatt  Zion.    $s.  jrlbfff. 

WITH  stately  towers  and  bulwarks  strong, 
Unrivalled  and  alone, 
Loved  theme  of  many  a  sacred  song, 
God's  holy  city  shone. 


422  THE   CHURCH. 

2  Thus  fair  was  Zion's  chosen  seat, 

The  glory  of  all  lands ; 
Yet  fairer,  and  hi  strength  complete. 
The  Christian  temple  stands. 

3  The  faithful  of  each  clime  and  age 

This  glorious  church  compose  ; 
Built  on  a  rock,  with  idle  rage 
The  threatening  tempest  blows. 

4  In  vain  may  hostile  bands  alarm, 

For  God  is  her  defence  ; 
How  weak,  how  powerless  is  each  ami, 
Against  Omnipotence  ! 

g32  8  &  7's  M.  J.  Newtotv. 

"Gflorfaus  ttjftifls  spofcen  of  Zion." 

GLOEIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode. 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See  !  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver. 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 


ITS    WORTH   AND   WORK.  423 

Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear  ! 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 


g33  S.  M.  Dwiqht. 

gJttactmxent  to  tl>e  ©Intrcfj. 

I  LOVE  thy  church,  O  God ; 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

2  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

3  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 


4  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


424  THE    CHURCH. 


o 


G34  H- M-  Doddridge. 

33cauti)  anTj  Eyaltatfou  of  Sfon. 

ZIOiN,  tune  thy  voice, 
And  raise  thy  hands  on  high ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 

And  shout  salvation  nigh  : 
Cheerful  in  God,  arise  and  shine, 
And  wide  extend  thy  rays  divine. 

He  gilds  thy  morning  face 

With  heams  that  cannot  fade ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 

He  sheds  upon  thy  head : 
Thy  form  the  nations  round  shall  view, 
Divinely  crowned  with  lustre  new. 

In  honor  to  his  name 

Reflect  that  sacred  light, 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright : 
His  praise  pursue,  till  sovereign  love 
The  glory  raise  in  worlds  above. 


MEMBERSHIP  AND  ORDINANCES. 

635  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

2TI)e  ©Ijurcf)  Beloto  anD  j^bobe. 

THE  saints  on  earth  and  those  above, 
But  one  communion  make  ; 
Joined  to  the  Lord  in  bonds  of  love, 
All  of  his  grace  partake. 


MEMBERSHIP   AND   ORDINANCES.  425 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him  : 

One  church  above,  beneath ; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  O  God,  be  thou  our  constant  guide  ! 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

63g  S.  M.  Beddomh. 

Ctytfetfan  ©taftg. . 
ET  party  names  no  more 
-i-J     The  Christian  world  o'erspread ; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ,  their  Head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned : 

3  Envy  and  strife  be  gone, 

And  only  kindness  known ; 
While  all  one  common  Father  have, 
One  common  Master  own. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  springs  of  purest  pleasure  rise, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


426  THE   CHURCH. 

637  &  M.  SCHMOLCK. 

?5eattj  anti  2Lffe  fit  Cfctfst. 

LORD,  let  thy  conquering  banner  wave 
O'er  hearts  thou  makest  free, 
And  point  the  path  that  from  the  grave 
Leads  heavenward  up  to  thee. 

2 '  We  bury  all  our  sin  and  crime 
Deep  in  our  Saviour's  tomb, 
And  seek  the  treasures  there  that  time 
Nor  change  can  e'er  consume. 

3  We  die  with  thee  :  O  let  us  live 

Henceforth  to  thee  aright ; 
The  blessings  thou  hast  died  to  give? 
Be  daily  in  our  sight. 

4  Fearless  we  lay  us  in  the  tomb, 

And  sleep  the  night  away. 
If  thou  art  there  to  break  the  gloom 9 
And  call  us  back  to  day. 


638  C- M'  S.  F.  Smith. 

©«e  fn  C&rfet. 

PLANTED  in  Christ,  the  living  Vine 
This  day,  with  one  accord, 
Ourselves,  with  humble  faith  and  joy t 
We  yield  to  thee,  O  Lord  ! 

2  Joined  in  one  body  may  we  be  j 
One  inward  life  partake  ; 
One  be  our  heart,  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 


MEMBERSHIP   AND   ORDINANCES.  427 

3  In  prayer,  in  effort,  tears,  and  toils, 

One  wisdom  be  our  guide ; 
Taught  by.  one  spirit  from  above, 
In  thee  may  we  abide. 

4  Then,  when  among  the  saints  in  light 

Our  joyful  spirits  shine, 
Shall  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  be  thine. 


g39  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Zamtfttfl  tottf)  tl;e  glutei). 
HAPPY  day  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 


o 


2  0  happy  bond  that  seals  my  tows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 
While  to  his  altar  now  I  move. 

3  'T  is  done  —  the  great  transaction 's  done  \ 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ! 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 

5  High  heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  horn- 1  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


428  THE   CHURCH. 

640  7's  M-  Montgomery. 

3Jouie"a  to  loir's  people. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  -ought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns,  — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
O,  receive  me  into  rest. 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 


641  8  &  7's  M.  Heber. 

33eforc  Communion. 

READ  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken  ! 
Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed ! 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead  ! 


B 


2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 
And  be  thy  feast  to  us  the  token, 
That  by  thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 


642  C'  ^'  Anonymous. 

©Ijrfst's  Hato  of  2Lobe. 

J^Ei  followers  of  the  Prince  of  peace, 
Who  round  his  table  draw  ! 
Remember  whart  his  spirit  was, 
What  his  peculiar  law. 


v 


MEMBEKSHIP   AND   ORDINANCES.  429 

2  The  love  which  all  his  bosom  filled 

Did  all  his  actions  guide ; 
Inspired  by  love,  he  lived  and  taught, 
Inspired  by  love,  he  died. 

3  And  do  you  love  him  ?  do  you  feel 

Your  warm  affection  move? 
This  is  the  proof  which  he  demands,  — 
That  you  each  other  love. 

g43  C.    M.  S.    GlLMAN. 

OGOD,  accept  the  sacred  hour 
Which  we  to  thee  have  given  ; 
And  let  this  hallowed  scene  have  power 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  Still  let  us  hold  till  life  departs, 

The  precepts  of  thy  Son, 
Nor  let  our  thoughtless,  thankless  hearts, 
Forget  what  he  has  done. 

3  His  true  disciples  may  we  live, 

From  all  corruption  free, 
And  humbly  learn  like  him  to  give 
Our  powers,  our  wills  to  Thee. 

g^4  7's  M.  Bowring. 

gt  CommuTxfon  ^gmtr. 

"OT  with  terror  do  we  meet 

At  the  board  by  Jesus  spread ; 
Not  in  mystery  drink  and  eat 

Of  the  Saviour's  wine  and  bread. 


N< 


430  THE    CHURCH. 

2  'Tis  his  memory  we  record, 

'T  is  his  virtues  we  proclaim ; 
Grateful  to  our  honored  Lord, 
Here  we  bless  his  sacred  name. 

3  Yes,  we  will  rentember  thee, 

Friend  and  Saviour ;  and  thy  feast 
Of  all  services  shall  be 
Holiest  and  welcomest. 

g45  S.  M.  Eng.  Bap.  Coll 

©fceging  (EJmst. 

HERE,  Saviour,  we  would  come, 
In  thine  appointed  way ; 
Obedient  to  thy  high  commands, 
Our  solemn  vows  we  pay. 

2  O,  bless  this  sacred  rite, 

To  bring  us  near  to  thee  ; 
And  may  we  find  that  as  our  day 
Our  strength  shall  also  be. 


(J46  C.  M.  E.  Taylor. 

2TJ)oujjl)ts  at  tte  ©ommunfon. 
HERE,  if  ever,  God  of  love  ! 
Let  strife  and  hatred  cease  ; 
And  every  thought  harmonious  move, 
And  every  heart  be  peace. 


o 


Not  here,  where  met  to  think  on  him 
Whose  latest  thoughts  were  ours, 

Shall  mortal  passions  come  to  dim 
The  prayer  devotion  pours. 


MEMBERSHIP   AND    ORDINANCES.  431 

"  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  "we  watch,  we  wait, 

To  hear  thy  cheering  call ; 
When  heaven  shall  ope  its  glorious  gate, 

And  God  be  all  in  all. 


fJ47  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

©ommunfou  toftf)  <&o"D  aittr  (Efm'st. 

Y  heavenly  Father  calls, 

And  Christ  invites  me  near ; 
With  both  my  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  my  communion  dear. 


M 


2  God  pities  all  my  griefs  ; 

He  pardons  every  day  ; 
Almighty  to  protect  my  soul , 
And  wise  to  guide  my  way. 

3  Jesus,  my  living  Head, 

I  bless  thy  faithful  care  ; 
My  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  my  Forerunner  there. 

4  Here  fix  my  roving  heart ; 

Here  wait  my  warmest  love, 
Till  the  communion  be  complete, 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

i,g  G.  M.  Steele. 

Yet  tfjere  ts  ±>oonr. 

"VTE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

A      Behold  a  royal  feast, 
Where  Mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 


132  THE    CHURCH. 

2  There  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls  —  he  bids  you  come  : 
Though  guilt  restrains,  and  fear  alarms, 
Behold,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  O,  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  expects  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  songs  on  earth  unknown. 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

649  S.   M.  Furness 

2Tf)e  Communfon. 

HERE,  in  the  broken  bread, 
Here,  in  the  cup  we  take, 
His  body  and  his  blood  behold, 
Who  suffered  for  our  sake. 

2  O  thou,  who  didst  allow 

Thy  Son  to  suffer  thus, 
Father,  what  more  couldst  thou  have  done, 
Than  thou  hast  done  for  us  ? 

3  We  are  persuaded  now 

That  nothing  can  divide 
Thy  children  from  thy  boundless  love, 
Displayed  in  Him  who  died  ;  — 


MEMBERSHIP   AND    ORDINANCES.  433 

Who  died  to  make  us  sure 

Of  mercy,  truth,  and  peace, 
And  from  the  power  and  pains  of  sin 

To  bring  a  full  release. 


(550  L.  M.  Gaskbll. 

aScarfttg  toft!)  ug  tt)e  3B$iriQ  o£$esus> 

£[~OT  in  this  simple  rite  alone 

May  Calvary's  cross  to  us  be  shown  j 
But  may  we  turn,  in  many  an  hour, 
To  feel  its  soul-constraining  power. 

2  When  indolence  would  have  its  will, 
And  selfish  ease  would  keep  us  still, 
Then  to  the  Saviour  may  we  look, 
And  meet  his  eye's  serene  rebuke. 

3  When  men  have  done  us  cruel  wrong, 
And  angry  thoughts  are  rising  strong, 
May  we  with  softened  hearts  turn  there, 
And  learn  the  Lord's  forgiving  prayer. 

4  When  sin  looks  tempting  in  our  eyes, 
May  Jesus  on  the  cross  arise, 

And  ask  if  we  will  him  forsake, 

And  wear  the  chains  he  died  to  break. 

5  When  pain,  or  sickness,  or  distress, 
Our  fainting  souls  would  overpress, 
To  him  on  Calvary  looking  still, 

May  we  find  strength  to  bear  God's  will. 

28 


434  THE   CHURCH. 

ggl  7's  M.  CoNDER. 

Q\)t  Symbols  of  Spiritual  JFoo'o". 

BREAD  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  bread. 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 

Lord,  thy  wounds  our  healing  give  ; 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  Him  who  died  ; 
Lord  of  life,  O  let  us  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee. 

(J52  L.  M.  Stennett. 

(Commemoration  of  Christ's  Beat!). 

THUS  we  commemorate  the  day 
On  which  our  dearest  Lord  was  slain  : 
Thus  we  our  pious  homage  pay, 
Till  he  appear  on  earth  again. 

2  Come,  great  Redeemer,  open  wide 
The  curtains  of  the  parting  sky  ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  in  triumph  ride, 
And  on  the  wind's  swift  pinions  fly. 

(J53  "k*  M.  J.  Lombard 

"  SHjat  tlje^i  maj)  all  oe  one." 

WHEN  death  was  on  the  path  he  trod, 
And  Jesus  saw  his  work  was  done, 
He  raised  his  eyes  and  prayed  to  God, 
That  his  disciples  might  be  one. 


MEMBERSHIP   AND   ORDINANCES.  435 

2  This,  Father,  is  our  prayer  to-day, 
That  we  may  one  in  spirit  be, 
Through  Christ,  who  came  to  teach  the  way, 
And  all  united,  God,  in  thee  ! 

■  3  One  in  the  Faith  that  works  by  love 
And  purifies  the  heart  and  life  ; 
One  in  the  Hope  that  looks  above, 
And  sees  an  end  of  sin  and  strife  : 

4  One  in  the  Love  that  warms  the  heart 

And  makes  it  thy  most  worthy  shrine ; 
And  one  in  thee,  O  God,  who  art 
The  Giver  of  these  gifts  divine  : 

5  Through  life,  and  till  we  reach  its  goal, 

When  what  we  have  to  do  is  done, 
Heart  linked  to  heart,  and  soul  to  soul, 
And  all,  through  Christ,  in  thee  be  one. 


M' 


()54  7'S    ^'  CONDER. 

2T|)e  Horn's  Sujjper. 
"ANY  centuries  have  fled 

Since  our  Saviour  broke  the  bread, 
And  this  sacred  feast  ordain'd, 
Ever  by  his  church  retained  ; 
Those  his  body  who  discern, 
Thus  shall  meet  till  Ms  return. 

Through  the  church's  long  eclipse, 
"When  from  priest  or  pastor's  lips, 
Truth  divine  was  never  heard  — 
'Mid  the  famine  of  the  word, 
Still  these  svmbols  witness  o*ave 
To  his  love  who  died  to  save 


436  THE    CHURCH. 

3  All  who  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
Here  their  common  faith  proclaim  ; 
Though  diverse  in  tongue  or  rite, 
Here,  one  body  to  unite ; 
Breaking  thus  one  mystic  bread, 
Members  of  one  common  Head. 

4  Come,  the  blessed  emblems  share, 
Which  the  Saviour's  death  declare  ; 
Come,  on  truth  immortal  feed, 
For  his  flesh  is  meat  indeed  : 
Saviour  !  witness  with  the  sign, 
That  our  ransomed  souls  are  thine. 

(J55  L.  M.  St.  Bernard. 

3Jesu  "Oulce&o  cortifum. 

JESUS,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts  ! 
Thou  fount  of  life  !  Thou  light  of  men  ! 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts. 
We  turn  unfilled  to  thee  a^ain. 


© 


2  We  taste  thee,  O  thou  living  bread, 

And  long  to  feast  upon  thee  still ! 
We  drink  of  thee,  the  fountain  head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  thee  to  fill. 

3  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  thee, 

Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast ; 
Glad,  when  thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  thee  fast, 

4  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay  ! 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright ! 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away, 
Shed  o'er  the  world  thy  holy  light ! 


MEMBERSHIP  AND   ORDINANCES.  437 

g5g  7's  M.  C.  Wesley. 

&§z  Harmons  of  2Lobe. 

LORD  !  subdue  our  selfish  will : 
Each  to  each  our  tempers  suit, 
By  thy  modulating  skill, 

Heart  to  heart,  as  lute  to  lute. 

2  Sweetly  on  our  spirits  move ; 

Gently  touch  the  trembling  strings  ; 
Make  the  harmony  of  love, 
Music  for  the  King  of  kings  ! 


g57  C.  M.  DoDDEIDGE. 

3&oom  at  tfje  3LovTr's  <Eable. 

ILLION S  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 
Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 


M1 


2  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large 

That  millions  more  may  come  : 
Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world 
O'er  fill  the  spacious  room. 

3  All  things  are  ready ;  come  away, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame ; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 

558  8  &  7's  M.  Anonymous. 

2Besfrcs  after  Cimstfau  ©bcttfencc. 

''ROM  the  table  now  retiring, 

Which  for  us  the  Lord  hath  spread, 

May  our  souls,  refreshment  finding, 

Grow  in  all  things  like  our  Head. 


438  THE   CHURCH. 

2  His  example  by  beholding, 

May  our  lives  his  image  bear ; 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  calling, 

His  commands  may  we  revere. 

3  Love  to  God  and  man  displaying, 

Walking  steadfast  in  his  way, 
Joy  attend  us  in  believing  : 

Peace  from  God,  through  endless  day, 


p 


659  c-  M.  Lutheran  Coll. 

©lose  of  Communion  <Serbfcc. 
ti'TY  the  nations,  O  our  God, 
Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  biing  the  strangers  home. 

We  long  tv>  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  thy  faithful  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 


660  c-  M-  S.  F.  Smith. 

<£eIf*<Eonsecratfon  ftl  38aj)tfsm. 
HILE  in  this  sacred  rite  of  thine, 
We  yield  our  spirits  now, 
Shine  o'er  the  waters,  Dove  divine, 
And  seal  the  cheerful  vow. 


w 


2  All  glory  be  to  him  whose  life 
For  ours  was  freely  given, 
Who  aids  us  in  the  spirit's  strife, 
And  makes  us  meet  for  heaven 


MEMBERSHIP   AND   ORDINANCES.  439 

3  To  thee  we  gladly  now  resign 

Our  life  and  all  our  powers  , 
Accept  us  in  this  rite  divine, 

And  bless  these  hallowed  hours. 

4  05  may  we  die  to  earth  and  sin, 

Beneath  the  mystic  flood  ; 
And  when  we  rise,  may  Ave  begin 
To  live  anew  for  God. 


661  C.  M.  Jas.  Newton. 

0ftcv  Eeqrtfsm. 
ET  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those, 
Who, hoping  in  thy  word, 
This  day  have  solemnly  declared 
That  Jesus  is  their  Lord. 


L 


2  With  cheerful  feet  may  they  advance, 

And  run  the  Christian  race, 
And,  through  the  troubles  of  the  way3 
Find  all-sufficient  grace. 

3  Lord,  plant  us  all  into  thy  death, 

That  we  thy  life  may  prove,  — 
Partakers  of  thy  cross  beneath, 
And  of  thy  crown  above. 

662  L-    M«  CoLLYEB. 

fffje  3Saj>tfsm  of  a  fflovLStfyolts. 
X  TOTTED  prayers  ascend  to  thee, 
vJ      Eternal  Parent  of  mankind  ! 
Smile  on  this  waiting  family  ; 

Thy  blessing  let  thy  servants  find. 


440  THE    CHURCH* 

2  Let  the  dear  pledges  of  their  love, 

Like  tender  plants,  around  them  grow; 
Thy  present  grace,  and  joys  above, 
Upon  their  little  ones  bestow. 

3  Receive  at  their  believing  hand 

The  charge  which  they  devote  as  thine, 
Obedient  to  their  Lord's  command ; 
And  seal,  with  power,  the  rite  divine. 

4  To  every  member  of  their  house, 

Thy  grace  impart,  thy  love  extend ; 
Grant  every  good  that  time  allows, 
With  heavenly  joys  that  never  end. 


gg3  7's  M.  Bowring. 

Enfant  33aptisi.;. 

(ROP  the  limpid  waters  now 
On  the  infant's  sinless  brow  ; 
Dedicate  the  unfolding  gein 
Unto  Him,  who  blessed  the  stem. 


D 


2  Let  our  aspirations  be 
Innocent  as  infancy  ; 

Pure  the  prayers  that  force  then  way, 
As  the  child  for  whom  we  pray. 

3  In  the  Christian  garden  we 
Plant  another  Christian  tree ; 
Be  its  blossoms  and  its  fruit 
Worthy  of  the  Christian  root. 

4  To  that  garden  now  we  brin£ 
Waters  from  the  living  spring  : 
Bless  the  tree,  the  waters  bless, 
Holy  One, with  holiness. 


MEMBERSHIP   AND   ORDINANCES.  441 

5  When  life's  harvests  all  are  past, 
Oh,  transplant  the  tree  at  last, 
To  the  fields  where  flower  and  tree 
Blossom  through  eternity. 


(Jg4  S.  M.  J.  F.  Clakkb. 

aSaptfsm  of  a  fltyflm. 

^O  thee,  O  God,  in  heaven, 
This  little  one  wa  bring, 
Giving  to  thee  what  thou  hast  given, 


T 


Our  dearest  offering. 


2  Into  a  world  of  toil 

These  little  feet  will  roam, 
Where  sin  its  purity  may  soil, 
Where  care  and  grief  may  come. 

3  O,  then,  let  thy  pure  love, 

With  influence  serene, 
Come  down,  like  water,  from  above, 
To  comfort  and  make  clean. 


(365  8  &  7's  M.  Anonymous. 

CfjittJren  comment  e"0  to  ©fjrfst. 
AVIOUK  !  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 
With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share ; 
Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm ; 
There  we  know  —  thy  word  believing  — 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 


s- 


442  THE    CHURCH. 

2  Never,  from  thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey ; 
Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way  : 
Then  within  thy  fold  eternal 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place  ; 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 

Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 

ggg  S.  M.  J.  F.  Clarke. 

2DeTucatfott  of  CfnlTrren. 

TO  him  who  children  blest, 
And  suffered  them  to  come, 
To  him  who  took  them  to  his  breast, 
We  bring  these  children  home. 

2  To  thee,  O  God,  whose  face 

Their  spirits  still  behold, 
We  bring  them  praying  that  thy  grace 
May  keep,  thine  arms  enfold. 

3  And  as  this  water  falls 

On  each  unconscious  brow, 
Thy  holy  spirit  grant,  O  Lord, 
To  keep  them  pure  as  now. 


DEDICATION. 

g67  C.  M.  Bryant. 

TDetrtcatlon  %mn. 
THOU,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands 
Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  thee. 


o 


DEDICATION.  443 

t 

2  Lord,  from  thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  courts  to  bide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth,  without  end, 
Serenely  by  thy  side. 

3  May  erring  minds  that  worship  here 

Be  taught  the  better  way, 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray  ! 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm, 

And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the  storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies  ! 

ggg  L.  M.  Willis. 

Brtrtcatioti  l%£mu> 

THE  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple.  —  built  by  God; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone, 
And  heaved  its  pillars,  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high,  — - 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky  ; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood,  — 
The  sea,  the  sky,  —  and  "  all  was  good : " 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 

The  "  morning  stars  together  sang." 

4  Lord !  't  is  not  ours  to  make  the  sea 
And  earth  and  sky  a  house  for  thee ; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  offering  stands, 

A  humbler  temple,  li  made  with  hands." 


444  THE   CHURCH. 

669  L-  M-  M*s-  Page. 

©ettfcatfon  of  a  (tfyuxcfy. 

OGOD  !  ere  heaven  and  earth  were  planned, 
Adoring  silence  worshipped  thee  ; 
Now  the  vast  universe  doth  stand 
The  temple  of  thy  majesty. 

2  Its  walls  are  wrought  of  sapphire  bright ; 

Its  countless  spires  are  starry  flame  : 
Suns  on  the  boundless  ether  write 
The  sovereign  beauty  of  thy  name. 

3  An  earthly  temple,  by  thy  grace, 

This  day  we  dedicate  to  thee ; 
Deign  to  make  here  thy  dwelling-place, 
O  thou  that  fill'st  immensity. 

4  Fold  us  beneath  thy  sheltering  wings. 

As  here  we  worship  at  thy  shrine  : ' 
Ours  be  the  peace  thy  presence  brings, 
The  glory  and  the  praise  be  thine. 


670  ?'s  M-  E-  H.  Ciiapin. 

BeMcatiou  of  a  (Elmvci). 

FATHER,  lo  !    we  consecrate 
Unto  thee  this  house  and  shrine, 
O  !  may  Jesus  visit  here, 
As  he  did  in  Palestine. 
Here  may  blind  eyes  see  his  light, 

Deaf  ears  hear  his  accents  sweet, 
And  we,  like  those  groups  of  old, 
Sit  and  linger  at  his  feet. 


DEDICATION.  445 

And  to  learn  of  faith  and  love, 

Strong  in  sorrow,  pain  and  loss, 
May  we  come  and  find  them  here, 

In  the  garden,  on  the  cross. 
Like  the  spices  that  enfold 

Him  we  love  in  rich  perfume, 
May  our  thoughts  embalm  him  here, 

While  he  slumbers  in  the  tomb. 

When  we  watch  by  shrouded  hopes, 

Weeping  at  death's  marble  door, 
May  the  angels  meet  us  here,  — - 

Lo  !  your  Christ  has  gone  before  ! 
And  while  we  stand  "  looking  up," 

In  our  faith  and  wonder  lost, 
Here  send  down  thy  spirit's  power, 

Like  the  tongues  of  Pentecost. 


g7J  P.  M.     Mrs.  E.  M.  Barstow. 

20e"&fcatfoti  of  a  ©imrdj. 

GREAT  God,  our  king  !  to  thee 
We  come  on  bended  knee, 
Our  gift  to  bring  ; 
Our  suppliant  prayer  we  raise, 
That  this,  our  house  of  praise, 
Accepted  be. 

2  And  to  this  sacred  place, 
0,turn  thy  gracious  face 

By  night  and  day  ; 
Here  hearken  to  our  prayers, 
Here  lift  the  heavy  cares 

From  burdened  hearts. 


446 


THE    CHURCH. 


3  Here  may  the  erring  come  ; 
Here  wanderers  find  a  home 

In  thy  great  love  ; 
Here  may  the  sinning  bring  — 
Thy  favorite  offering  — 

A  contrite  heart. 

4  Here  sing  the  wondrous  grace, 
Which  saves  our  guilty  race 

From  sin's  dark  stain; 
Till  in  thy  courts  above, 
Eaised  by  redeeming  love, 

New  songs  we  bring. 

U 7 \2,  JJ'  M.  Montgomery 

aajjinu  of  n  Corner-stone. 
rjPHIS  stone  to  thee  in  faith  we  lay,  — 
J-    We  build  the  temple,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Thine  eye  be  open  night  and  day, 
To  keep  this  house  from  error  free. 

2  Here,  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 
Hear  thou,  in  heaven,,  thy  dwelling-place. 
And  when  thou  nearest,  Lord,  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son, 
Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name 
Be  miglity  signs  and  wonders  done. 

^  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart ; 
In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 


0' 


DEDICATION.  447 

\ 

673  L.  M.  81.  E.  H.  Chapin. 

©pcixfng  of  a  <£|mstfan  GCfmtcf). 

•UR  Father,  God  !  not  face  to  face 

May  mortal  sense  commune  with  thee, 
Nor  lift  the  curtains  of  that  place 

Where  dwells  thy  secret  Majesty. 
Yet  whereso'er  our  spirits  bend 

In  rev'rend  faith  and  humble  prayer, 
Thy  promised  blessing  will  descend, 
And  we  shall  find  thy  spirit  there. 

2  Lord  !  be  the  spot  where  now  we  meet 

An  open  gateway  into  heaven ; 
Here  may  we  sit  at  Jesus'  feet, 

And  feel  our  deepest  sins  forgiven. 
Here  may  desponding  care  look  up, 

And  sorrow  lay  its  burden  down, 
Or  learn  of  him  to  drink  the  cup, 

To  bear  the  cross,  and  win  the  crown. 

3  Here  may  the  sick  and  wandering  soul, 

To  truth  still  blind,  to  sin  a  slave, 
Find  better  than  Bethesda's  pool, 

Or  than  Siloam's  healing  wave. 
And  may  we  learn,  while  here  apart 

From  the  world's  passion  and  its  strife, 
That  thy  true  shrine 's  a  loving  heart, 

And  thy  best  praise  a  holy  life  ! 

g74  L.  M.  H.  C.  Leonard. 

3Xeojienmg  of  a  ©tmrd). 

OTHOU  !  whose  thought  pervades  all  space, 
Whose  light  illumes  the  earth  and  skies, 
Within  these  walls  reveal  thy  face, 
And  smile  upon  our  sacrifice. 


448  THE    CHURCH. 

2  We  give  to  thee  this  house  once  more, 

Improved  by  human  art  and  skill ; 
0,may  the  power  of  sacred  lore, 

And  thine  own  love,  this  temple  fill. 

3  Through  all  our  Sabbaths  here  below, 

May  we  within  this  temple  wait ; 
And  unto  thee,  as  moments  go, 
Our  souls  divinely  consecrate. 

4  And  when  have  run  our  life's  quick  sands, 

And  we  shall  reach  the  fane  on  high, 
Within  this  temple  made  with  hands 
Our  children's  spirits  sanctify. 


ORDINATION*. 

g*75  L*  M*  PlERPONT. 

©rtifnatfou  of  a  J&ftxfster. 

THOU,  who  art  above  all  height ! 
Our  God,  our  Father,  and  our  friend  ! 
Beneath  thy  throne  of  love  and  light, 
Let  thine  adoring  children  bend. 


o 


o 


2  Since  thy  young  servant  now  hath  given 

Himself,  his  powers,  his  hopes,  his  youth, 
To  the  great  cause  of  truth  and  heaven, 
Be  thou  his  guide,  O  God  of  truth ! 

3  Here  may  his  doctrine  drop  like  rain, 

His  speech  like  Hermon's  dew  distil, 

Till  green  fields  smile,  and  golden  grain, 

Ripe  for  the  harvest,  waits  thy  will. 


ORDINATION,  449 

4  And  when  he  sinks  in  death,  —  by  care, 
Or  pain,  or  toil,  or  years  oppressed, — ■ 
O  God  !  remember  then  our  prayer, 
And  take  Iris  spirit  to  thy  rest. 


67g  C.  M.  H.  Bacon. 

<SH-*fnatfon. 

"XTOT  for  the  prophet  tongue  of  fire, 
-L  i      Nor  voice  of  trumpet  tone, 
We  lift  our  prayer,  Immortal  Sire, 
For  him  before  thy  throne. 

2  We  ask  for  wisdom's  gifts  and  grace. 

The  heart  alive  to  love, 
The  earnest  zeal  to  save  our  race, 
All  selfish  aims  above. 

3  Lord  bless  him  now  !   by  holy  rite« 

We  consecrate  to  thee  I 
Make  to  his  eye  the  chief  delight 
Christ's  prospering  work  to  see, 

4  Bold  let  him  be  for  truth  and  man, 

For  God  and  righteousness  ! 
Free  let  him  speak  the  gospel  plan, 
And  the  whole  truth  confess. 

5  Be  cloud  arid  fire  about  his  way, 

Till  Canaan's  land  is  trod  ! 
Then  o'er  his  grave  thy  church  shall  say, 
He  led  us  to  our  God  ! 


450  THE   CHURCH. 

677  8,  7,  &  4's  M.  E.  H.  Chapin. 

©rfifnatfon. 

FATHER  !  at  this  altar  bending, 
Set  our  hearts  from  world-thoughts  free  ; 
Prayer  and  praise  their  incense  blending, 
May  our  rites  accepted  be  : 

Father,  hear  us, 
Gently  draw  our  souls  to  thee 

2  Deign  to  smile  upon  this  union 

Of  a  pastor  and  a  flock ; 
Sweet  and  blest  be  their  communion : 
May  he  sacred  truths  unlock,  — 

And  this  people 
Plant  their  feet  on  Christ  the  Rock. 

3  Be  his  life  a  living  sermon, 

Be  his  thoughts  one  ceaseless  prayer : 
Like  the  dews  that  fell  on  Hermon, 
Making  green  the  foliage  there, 

May  his  teachings 
Drop  on  souls  beneath  his  care. 

4  Here  may  sin  repent  its  straying, 

Here  may  grief  forget  to  weep, 
Here  may  hope,  its  light  displaying, 
And  blest  faith,  their  vigils  keep, 

And  the  dying 
Pass  from  hence  in  Christ  to  sleep. 

5  When  his  heart  shall  cease  its  motion, 

All  its  toils  and  conflicts  o'er : 
When  they  for  an  unseen  ocean, 
One  by  one,  shall  leave  the  shore ; 

Pastor,  people,  there  —  in  heaven, 
May  they  meet  to  part  no  more. 


ORDINATION.  451 

g7§  L.  M.        Mrs.  L.  C.  Mybiok. 

©rttfnatum  jB^mtt. 
"YT7ITH  willing  feet  thy  servant  stands, 
n        Dear  Lord,  within  thy  vineyard's 
He  fain  would  join  the  laboring  bands  ; 
Help  him  to  work,  and  watch,  and  wait. 

2  Grant  him  thy  grace,  that  he  may  see 

The  truth  with  pure,  far-reaching  sight, 
And  give  it  utterance,  calm  and  free, 
Fearless  forever  for  the  right. 

3  Move  him  that  he  may  others  move ; 

Bless  him  that  he  may  others  bless  ; 
Crown  him  with  self-forgetting  love, 
And  clothe  him  with  thy  righteousness. 

4  The  winter  of  delay  is  gone, 

The  spring-time's  promised  bloom  is  near 
Make  beautiful,  O  blessed  One  ! 
The  footsteps  of  thy  messenger. 


679  C.  M.     Miss  L.  T.  Caswell. 

©rttfnatum. 

AM  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life," 
Our  blessed  Master  said ; 
And  whoso  to  the  Father  comes, 
Must  in  my  pathway  tread. 


i 


A  way  it  is,  not  hedged  with  forms, 
A  truth,  too  large  for  creeds, 

A  life,  indwelling,  deep  and  broad, 
That  meets  the  soul's  great  needs. 


452  THE    CHURCH. 

3  To  point  that  livin:,  way,  to  speak 

That  truth  "  which  makes  men  free," 
To  bring  that  quickening  life  from  heaven, 
Is  highest  ministry. 

4  God  give  thee  so  to  teach  and  lead, 

Our  brother  in  the  faith  ! 
God  give  thee  to  be  strong  and  true, 
And  steadfast  unto  death. 


680  L'M-  H.  Ware,Jh. 

€>x*T>uiatfon  or  Knstallatfoi*. 

THOU,  who  on  thy  chosen  Son 
Didst  send  thy  spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  mark  the  long-expected  one, 
And  seal  the  messenger  of  love  ; 


o 


2  And  when  the  heralds  of  his  name 

Went  forth  his  glorious  truth  to  spread, 
Didst  send  it  down  in  tongues  of  flame 
To  hallow  each  devoted  head ; 

3  So,  Lord,  thy  servant  now  inspire 

With  holy  unction  from  above  ; 
Give  him  the  tongue  of  living  fire, 
Give  him  the  temper  of  the  dove. 

4  Lord,  hear  thy  suppliant  church  to-day  ; 

Accept  our  work,  our  souls  possess ; 
T  is  ours  to  labor,  watch,  and  pray ; 
Be  thine  to  cheer,  sustain,  and  bless. 


INSTALLATION.  453 


INSTALLATION. 


ggj  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

&  $astor  SMcomett. 

V^TTE  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 
▼  t       Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head; 
Come  as  a  servant ;  so  he  came ; 
And  we  receive  thee  in  his  stead. 

2  Come  as  an  angel,  hence  to  guide 

A  band  of  pilgrims  on  their  way ; 
That,  safely  walking  at  thy  side, 
We  never  fail,  nor  faint,  nor  stray. 

3  Come  as  a  teacher  sent  from  God, 

Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare ; 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While  we  uphold  his  hands  with  prayer. 

4  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 

Filled  with  the  spirit,  fired  with  love ; 
Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 


gg2  L.  M.  G-.  T.  Flanders. 

Xnstaltatum  of  a  Jftfnfstet. 

THE  harvest-fields  are  broad  and  white, 
And  ready  for  the  reaper's  hand, 
Within  the  realm  of  fading  night 
The  heralds  of  the  morning  stand. 


454  TIIE    CHUKCH. 

2  The  gardens  blusli  with  fragrant  flowers. 

Whence  is  the  gard'ner's  long  delay  ? 
He  comes  with  morning's  rosy  hours 
And  joins  us  in  our  joy  to-day. 

3  The  reaper  where  the  harvest  shines  ; 

The  gard'ner  with  his  floral  crown  : 
The  dresser  midst  the  purple  vines  : 
Father,  install  him  as  thine  own. 

4  His  heart,  and  mind,  and  voice,  inspire 

With  truth  and  wisdom  from  above  : 
Give  to  his  speech  angelic  fire  : 

Breathe  o'er  his  spirit  perfect  love. 

5  Great  Shepherd,  may  he  lead  thy  sheep 

Through  pastures  ever  green  and  fair, 
To  worship  at  Messiah's  feet, 

And  dwell  with  God,  the  Father,  there. 


installation. 

ANOTHER,  pastor  hast  thou  given, 
Our  Father,  to  this  flock  of  thine, 
To  feed  them  with  the  bread  of  heaven, 
And  guide  them  to  the  life  divine. 

2  O,  make  him  here  we  humbly  pray, 
So  faithful  to  the  trust  he  bears, 
That  from  his  fold  no  lamb  may  stray, 
Or  fall  within  the  tempter's  snares. 


INSTALLATION.  455 

3  And  when  the  dying  need  his  aid, 

Then  may  he  speak  those  truths  sublime, 
Which  lift  from  death  its  fearful  shade, 
And  ope  to  view  yon  better  clime. 

4  Where  death  has  been,  in  homes  of  grief, 

And  sorrow's  lowest  depths  are  stirred ; 
There  may  he  offer  sweet  relief, 

Through  Christ,  the  life  and  living  word. 

5  Here  may  he  labor  while  't  is  day, 

That  when  night's  gloom  comes  deep'ning  on, 
Like  his  loved  Master,  he  may  say, 

The  work  thou  gavest  me  is  done. 

• 

gg4  8  &  6's  M.  S,  F.  Smith. 

aSetieft'ts  of  t$e  i&mtstrg. 

BLEST  is  the  hour  wrhen  cares  depart, 
And  earthly  scenes  are  far, — 
When  tears  of  woe  forget  to  start, 
And  gently  dawns  upon  the  heart 
Devotion's  holy  star. 

2  Blest  is  the  place  where  angels  bend 

To  hear  our  worship  rise, 
Where  kindred  thoughts  their  musings  blend, 
And  all  the  soul's  affections  tend 

Beyond  the  veiling  skies. 

3  Blest  are  the  hallowed  vows  that  bind 
.    Man  to  his  work  of  love, — 

Bind  him  to  cheer  the  humble  mind, 
Console  the  weeping,  lead  the  blind, 
And  guide  to  joys  above. 


45tf  THE   CHURCH. 

4  Sweet  shall  the  song  of  glory  swell, 

Spirit  divine, to  thee, 
When  they  whose  work  is  finished  well. 
In  thy  own  courts  of  rest  shall  dwell, 

Blest  through  eternity. 


ASSOCIATIONS  AND  CONVENTIONS. 

685  L-  M-  H.  Ballot*. 

&t  an  Annual  (Eonbetitfon. 

DEAR  Lord,  behold  thy  servants,  here, 
From  various  parts,  together  meet, 
To  tell  their  labors  through  the  year, 
And  layUhe  harvest  at  thy  feet. 

2  In  thy  wide  fields  and  vineyards,  Lord, 

We  've  toiled  and  wrought  with  watchful  care  ; 
Thy  wheat  hath  flourished  by  thy  word, 
Thy  love  consumed  the  choking  tare. 

3  The  reapers  cry,  "  Thy  fields  are  white, 

All  ready  to  be  gathered  in, 
And  harvests  wave,  in  changing  light, 
Far  as  the  eye  can  trace  the  scene." 

4  Lord,  bless  us  while  we  here  remain ; 

With  holy  love  our  bosoms  fill ; 
0,may  thy  doctrine  drop  like  rain, 
And  like  the  silent  dew  distil. 

5  While  we  attend  thy  churches'  care, 

O,  grant  us  wisdom  from  above  ; 
With  prudent  thought  and  humble  prayer. 
May  we  fulfil  the  works  of  love. 


ASSOCIATIONS   AND   CONVENTIONS.  457 


gg6  °-  M-  LyraCath. 

GZols  at  ®2Uorft  fn  tfs  Jftfufstrg. 
OD'S  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing, 
Most  strange  in  all  its  ways, 
And,  of  all  things  on  earth,  least  like 
What  men  agree  to  praise. 


G' 


2  O  bless'd  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field  when  he 
Is  most  invisible  ! 

3  Workmen  of  God  I  O  lose  not  heart, 

But  learn  what  God  is  like  ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

4  And  bless'd  is  he  who  can  divine 

Where  real  right  doth  lie, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye  ! 

5  O,  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  man  ! 

O,  learn  to  lose  with  God  ! 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 
And  beckons  thee  his  road. 


ggy  -k.  M.  Montgomery; 

i&eetftig  of  i&fnfsters. 

POUR  out  thy  spirit  from  on  high ; 
Lord  !  thine  assembled  servants  bless  ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  thy  priests  with  righteousness. 


458  THE   CHURCH. 

2  Within  thy  temple  where  we  stand, 

To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  thee, 
Saviour  !  like  stars  in  thy  right  hand, 
The  angels  of  the  churches  be  ! 

3  Wisdom  and  zeal  and  faith  impart, 

Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 
To  bear  thy  people  on  our  heart, 

And  love  the  souls  whom  thou  dost  love  :  — 

4  To  watch  and  pray,  and  never  faint ; 

By  day  and  night  strict  guard  to  keep  ; 
To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint, 
Nourish  thy  lambs,  and  feed  thy  sheep. 

5  Then,  when  our  work  is  finished  here, 

In  humble  hope,  our  charge  resign  ; 

When  the  chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 

O  God  !  may  they  and  we  be  thine. 

ggg  7's  M.  H.  K.  White. 

(ftlosfns  ^gmti  at  an  Association. 

CHEISTIANS  !  brethren  !  ere  we  part, 
Every  voice  and  every  heart 
Join,  and  to  our  Father  raise 
One  last  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Though  we  here  should  meet  no  more, 
Yet  there  is  a  brighter  shore  ; 
There,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
There  we  all  may  meet  again. 

3  Now  to  him  who  reigns  in  heaven 
Be  eternal  glory  given  ; 
Grateful  for  thy  love  divine, 

O,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine  ! 


CONFERENCE.  459 


CONFERENCE. 


ggg  C.  M.  Select  Hymns. 

©jientns  of  a  Conference  Meeting. 

\1TXTHIN  these  doors  assembled  now, 
n      We  wait  thy  blessing,  Lord  ! 
Appear  within  the  midst,  we  pray, 
According  to  thy  word. 

2  May  some  sweet  promise  be  applied, 

When  we  attempt  to  read : 
For  this. alone  can  give  support 
In  every  time  of  need. 

3  0,  breathe  upon  our  lifeless  souls, 

And  raise  each  drooping  heart ! 
That  we  may  see  thy  smiling  face 
Before  we  hence  depart. 

4  And  now,  O  blessed  Spirit,  come  ! 

We  long  to  see  thee  move ; 
Strengthen  our  faith,  revive  our  zeal, 
And  fill  us  all  with  love. 


g90  8  &  7s  M.  J.  Taylob. 

W$z  jFount  of  3SIessfnjj. 

'AH  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 

Sordid  hopes,  and  vain  desires, 

Here  our  willing  footsteps  meeting, 

Every  heart  to  heaven  aspires. 


p 


2  From  the  fount  of  glory  beaming, 
Light  celestial  cheers  our  eyes, 
Mercy  from  above  proclaiming 
Peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies. 


460  THE   CHURCH. 

3  Who  may  share  this  great  salvation  ? 
Every  pure  and  humble  mind, 
Every  kindred,  tongue,  and  nation, 
Fiom  the  stains  of  guilt  refined. 


4  Blessings  all  around  bestowing, 

God  withholds  his  care  from  none 


Grace  and  mercy  ever  flowing 
From  the  fountain  of  his  throne. 


g91  S.  M.  Watts 

C^otsfjfp  of  (Roto.    $s.  pcb. 

COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  king. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne  ; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come  like  the  people  of  his  choice 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


CONFERENCE.  461 

g9<2  L-  M.  Stowbll. 

I7ROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'T  is  found  before  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads,  — 
A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet ; 
It  is  the  heavenly  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 


693  8  &  7's  M.  Eobinson. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 
Sung  by  raptured  saints  above ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 


462  THE   CHURCH. 

3  By  thy  hand  sustained,  defended, 

Safe  through  life,  thus  far,  I've  come; 
Safely,  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

694  L.  M.  6  1.  Heber. 

I70RTH  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly  ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear. 
Father,  we  seek  thy  shelter  here  : 
Weary  and  weak,  thy  grace  we  pray ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  thy  rest  in  vain  ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost : 
Low  at  thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  thy  guests  away. 

g95  P.  M.  7.  A.  G.  Thomas, 

32tten  of  3lobe. 

HOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  the  joys  that  await 
us 
In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest  I 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet 
us, 
And  lead  us  to  mansions  prepared  for  the  blest ! 
Encircled  with  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
Our  happiness  perfect,  our  mind's  sky  unclouded, 
We  '11  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 
And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden  of 
love. 


CONFERENCE.  463 

2  While  legions  angelic,  with  harps  tuned  celestial, 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  come  from  the  regions  terres- 
trial, 
In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise. 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo   through 

heaven ; 
Our  souls  will  respond,  to  Emmanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  through  grace  to  the  Eden  of 
love. 

3  Then  hail,  blessed  state,  hail,  ye  seraphs  of  glory, 

Ye  angels  of  light,  we  '11  soon  meet  you  above, 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 

Salvation  from  sorrow  through  ransoming  love  ! 
Though  prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  our  souls  feel  a  sweet  prclibation 
Of  joys  that  await  us,  the  joys  of  salvation, 

Reserved  for  mankind  in  the  Eden  of  love  ! 

(396  ll's.  Anonymous. 

&t  l^ome  toft!)  $esus. 
'I^/ITD  scenes  of  confusion,  and  creature  com- 
JLtJL  plaints, 

How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints  ; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there  's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home ; 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
O,  give  me  submission   and  strength  as  my  day ; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  etc. 


4G4  THE   CHURCH. 

3  TYliate'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  on  thy  face, 
Endue  me  with  patience  until  thou  slialt   come, 
And  bless  me,   while  here,   with  a  foretaste  of 

home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  etc. 

4  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine ; 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine ; 

And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  etc. 

(J97  C.  M.  WATT6. 

STrfumpf)  tn  tije  Assurance  of  ?Qc<iben. 
/HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  on  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


CONFEBENCE.  465 

698  c- M-  Babtok. 

SCfje  33zk1j. 

1\HE  dead  are  like  the  stars  by  day, 
Withdrawn  from  mortal  eye, 
Yet  holding  unperceived  their  way 
Through  the  unclouded  sky. 

2  By  them,  through  holy  hope  and  love, 

We  feel,  in  hours  serene, 
Connected  with  a  world  above, 
Immortal  and  unseen. 

3  For  death  his  sacred  seal  hath  set 

On  bright  and  bygone  hours  ; 
And  they  we  mourn  are  with  us  yet, 
Are  more  than  ever  ours  ;  — 

4  Ours,  by  the  pledge  of  love  and  faith, 

By  hopes  of  heaven  on  high ; 
By  trust,  triumphant  over  death, 
In  immortality. 


699  O.  M.  Sutton. 

©tjtisttan  5^ope. 

AIL,  sweetest,  dearest  tie,  that  binds 
Our  glowing  hearts  in  one  ! 
Hail,  sacred  hope  !  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  sing*  what  God  hath  done. 


ii 


o 


2  What  though  the  northern  wint'ry  blast 
Shall  howl  around  our  cot ; 
What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 
Be-  cast  our  distant  lot ; 

so 


466  THE   CHURCH. 

3  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 

Our  future  meeting  knows  ; 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  love  immortal  glows. 

4  O  sacred  hope !     O  blissful  hope  ! 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  — 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 


700  8  &  7's.  Anon. 

©fentlg  Icatt  u». 

GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 
Through  this  lowly  vale  of  tears, 
And,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears. 

O  refresh  us,  O  refresh  us,  — 
O  refresh  us  with  thy  grace. 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us, 

From  without  and  from  within, 
Jesus  says  he  '11  ne'er  forget  us, 
He  will  save  from  every  sin. 

Therefore  praise  him  — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road ; 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee ; 
Soon  he  '11  bring  thee  home  to  God ! 

Therefore  praise  him  — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 


CONFERENCE.  467 

701  C.  M.  Watts. 

CIOME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
;     With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  then  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus;" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 


O' 


702  P.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

<£onbert*»  ^mti. 
|H  !  how  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  ! 
O,  what  tongue  can  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  It  was  heaven  below 

My  Redeemer  to  know  ! 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more, 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 


±68  THE    CHURCH. 

3  O.the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song ; 

Was  redemption  through  faith  in  his  name 

O  that  all  might  believe, 

And  salvation  receive, 
And  their  song  and  their  joy  be  the  same. 


703  L.  M.  Watts, 

ftetftement  from  t&e  W&oxYO. 

17VAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  !  be  gone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord  !  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire ; 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus  !  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all-divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  : 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known  I 


CONFERENCE.  469 

704  8  &  7's  M.  Hart. 

aSlcssmfls  of  (Efjvfst. 

COME,  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free, 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us ; 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee  : 
Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  our  souls  thou  art ; 
Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

2  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child  and  yet  a  king ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  thy  precious  kingdom  bring  s 
By  thine  own  eternal  spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 


705  C.  M.  Mrs.  Brown. 

Secret  Stager. 

I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 


470  THE   CHURCH. 

3  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

4  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

706  ?'s  M.  J.  F.  Clarke. 

2T$e  -PvoTrfflal. 

BROTHER,  hast  thou  wandered  far 
From  thy  Father's  happy  home, 
With  thyself  and  God  at  war  ? 

Turn  thee,  brother,  homeward  come  ! 

2  Hast  thou  wasted  all  thy  powers 

God  for  noble  uses  gave  ? 
Squandered  life's  most  golden  hours  ! 
Turn  thee,  brother,  God  can  save  ! 

3  Is  a  mighty  famine  now 

In  thy  heart  and  in  thy  soul  ? 
Discontent  upon  thy  brow  ? 

Turn  thee,  God  will  make  thee  whole  I 

4  He  can  heal  thy  bitterest  wound, 

He  thy  gentlest  prayer  can  hear ; 
Seek  him,  for  he  may  be  found ; 
Call  upon  him  ;  he  is  near. 


ccasiattaL 


FAST  AND  THANKSGIVING. 

707  I*  M.  Dyer. 

3Publfc  ?§umilfatfon. 

GREAT  Framer  of  unnumbered  worlds, 
And  whom  unnumbered  worlds  adore  ! 
Whose  goodness  all  thy  creatures  share, 
While  nature  trembles  at  thy  power,  — 

2  Thine  is  the  hand  that  moves  the  spheres, 

That  wakes  the  wind,  and  lifts  the  sea ; 
And  man,  who  moves  the  lord  of  earth, 
Acts  but  the  part  assigned  by  thee. 

3  While  suppliant  crowds  implore  thine  aid, 

To  thee  we  raise  the  humble  cry ; 
Thine  altar  is  the  contrite  heart, 
Thine  incense  a  repentant  sigh. 

4  This  day  we  deeply  mourn  our  sins, 

Confess  thy  power,  and  bless  thy  rod ; 
0,let  us  know  thy  pardoning  love, 
And  find  in  thee  a  guardian  God. 


472  OCCASIONAL. 

7X)8  ll&S'sM.  Montgomery. 

(Eall  to  SJanfesflfbiTXfl  anfc  $cafse. 

BE  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth, 
O,  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear ; 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and  mirth, 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  Jehovah  is  God,  and  Jehovah  alone, 

Creator  and  ruler  o'er  all ; 
And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we  own ; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  O,  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and  song  ; 

Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim  ; 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance  prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly  good, 

And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand  ; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 
And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 


709  L.  M.  Flint. 

m  £S?e  i)abe  a  flootrlj  ?Beritafle." 

IN  pleasant  lands  have  fallen  the  lines 
That  bound  our  goodly  heritage, 
And  safe  beneath  our  sheltering  vines 
Our  youth  is  blest,  and  soothed  our  age. 

2  What  thanks,  O  God,  to  thee  are  due, 
That  thou  didst  plant  our  fathers  here  : 
And  watch  and  guard  them  as  they  grew, 
A  vineyard,  to  the  planter  dear. 


FAST   AND   THANKSGIVING.  473 

3  The  toils  they  bore,  our  ease  have  wrought ; 

They  sowed  in  tears  —  in  joy  we  reap  ; 
The  birthright  they  so  dearly  bought 

We  '11  guard  till  we  with  them  shall  sleep. 

4  Thy  kindness  to  our  fathers  shown, 

In  weal  and  woe  through  all  the  past, 
Their  grateful  sons,  O  God,  shall  own, 
While  here  their  name  and  race  shall  last. 


72()  L.  M.  Whittibh. 

CfjanltsgfUfttfl. 
HOLY  Father  !  just  and  true 
Are  all  thy  works,  and  words,  and  ways  5 
And  unto  thee  alone  are  due 

Thanksgiving  and  eternal  praise. 


0 


2  As  children  of  thy  gracious  care, 

We  veil  the  eye,  we  bend  the  knee ; 

With  broken  words  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Father  and  God,  we  come  to  thee. 

3  The  laborer  sits  beneath  his  vine ; 

The  soul  is  glad,  the  hand  is  free, 
Thanksgiving  !  for  the  work  is  thine  1 
Praise,  for  the  blessing  is  of  thee  ! 

711  L.  M.  Presb.  Coll. 

CKoti  acftnotolrtrgetr  fit  Hatfonal  asicssfnijs. 

THY  name  we  bless,  almighty  God, 
For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown 
To  this  fair  land  the  pilgrims  trod,  — 
This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 


474  OCCASIONAL. 

2  Here  freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 

And  casts  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray ; 
Here  thou  our  fathers'  steps  didst  guide 
In  safety  through  their  dangerous  way. 

3  We  praise  thee  that  the  gospel's  light 

Through  all  our  land  its  radiance  sheds, 
Dispels  the  shades  of  error's  night, 

And  heavenly  blessings  round  us  spreads. 

4  Great  God,  preserve  us  in  thy  fear ; 

In  dangers  still  our  guardian  be ; 
O,  spread  thy  truth's  bright  precepts  here  ; 
Let  all  the  people  worship  thee. 


7J2  c-  M>  Watts. 

Cije  CaPorfts  of  @fotr  recounted  to  $osterft£. 

LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds, 
Which  God  performed  of  old  ; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known,  — 

His  work  of  power  and  grace  ; 
And  we  '11  convey  his  wonders  down, 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn, 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 


FAST    AND    THANKSGIVING.  475 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  securely  stands  ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practise  his  commands. 

713  7's  M.  Hartford  Coll. 

SWELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong ; 
Saints  and  angels  !  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 

2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land , 
Guarded  by  his  watchful  eye 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey, 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

4  Hark  !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 


714  L.  M.  6  1.  Kippis. 

STtjanfesfluntifl  for  National  ^voxymty. 
~OW  rich  thy  gifts,  almighty  King  ! 
From  thee  our  public  blessings  spring : 
The  extended  trade,  the  fruitful  skies, 
The  treasures  liberty  bestows, 
The  eternal  joys  the  gospels  shows,  — ■ 
All  from  thy  boundless  goodness  rise. 


H 


476  OCCASIONAL. 

2  With  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues, 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs ; 

Here  still  may  God  in  mercy  reign ; 
Crown  our  just  counsels  with  success, 
With  peace  and  joy  our  borders  bless, 

And  all  our  sacred  rights  maintain. 

715  8  &  7's  M.  Anonymous. 

National  ^nnftsfluunjj  anti  $3vai)cr. 

LORD  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  ocean, 
i     Hear  us  from  thy  bright  abode, 
While  our  hearts  with  deep  devotion, 
Own  their  great  and  gracious  God : 
Now  with  joy  we  come  before  thee  ; 
Seek  thy  face,  thy  mercies  sing  : 
Lord  of  life,  and  light,  and  glory, 

Guard  thy  church,  thou  heavenly  King. 

2  Health,  and  every  needful  blessing, 

Are  thy  bounteous  gifts  alone  ; 
Comforts  undeserved  possessing, 

Here  we  bend  before  thy  throne  : 
Thee,  with  humble  adoration, 

Lord,  we  praise  for  mercies  past ; 
Still  to  this  most  favored  nation 

May  those  mercies  ever  last. 

SEASONS  AND  ANNUAL  OCCASIONS. 


*7 1  ()  L.  M.  HEGINBOTnAM. 

2Tf)e  (Sotr  of  tlje  Seasons. 
REAT  God  !  let  all  our  tuneful  powers 
Awake  and  sing  thy  mighty  name ; 
Thy  hand  rolls  on  our  circling  hours, 


G: 


The  hand  from  which  our  being  came. 


SEASONS    AND    ANNUAL    OCCASIONS.  477 

2  Seasons  and  moons  revolving  round 

In  beauteous  order,  speak  thy  praise, 
And  years  with  smiling  mercy  crowned, 
To  thee  successive  honors  raise. 

3  Each  changing  season  on  our  souls 

Its  sweetest,  kindest  influence  sheds  ; 
And  every  period,  as  it  rolls, 

Showers  countless  blessings  on  our  heads. 

4  Our  lives,  our  health,  our  friends,  we  owe 

All  to  thy  vast,  unbounded  love ; 
Ten  thousand  precious  gifts  below, 
And  hopes  of  nobler  joys  above. 

717  C.  M.  Watts. 

2CJ)e  Seasons  of  tfje  "STear. 

,  rf  1  IS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 

J-      God  of  eternal  power  ! 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command ; 

Ajid  tempests  cease  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine ; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wandering  cisterns  in  the  sky. 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  watery  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 


478  OCCASIONAL. 

*7Jg  7's  M.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

(SWa  (Goolincss  fn  tjc  Seasons. 

PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ; 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ  : 

2  For  the  flocks  spread  o'er  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain, 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse ; 

3  All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores  ;  — 

4  These  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow ; 
And  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 


7J9  7's  M.  Anna  L.  Waring. 

STfje  cnUvttJ  Tear. 

SUNLIGHT  of  the  heavenly  day, 
Mighty  to  revive  and  cheer, 
Bless  our  yet  untrodden  way, 

Lead  us  through  the  entered  year. 

2  Open  thou  beneath  our  tread 

Springs  the  distance  could  not  show ; 
From  the  holy  fountain-head 
Let  them  rise  where'er  we  go. 


SEASONS   AND   ANNUAL   OCCASIONS.         479 

3  Teach  us,  as  we  pass  along 

In  the  shining  of  thy  face, 
Many  a  sweet  thanksgiving-song, 
Even  in  the  dreary  place. 

4  Bold  in  thy  protecting  care, 

Through  the  desert  or  the  sea, 
Sure  to  prove  thee  faithful  there, 
On!   to  reign  hi  life  with  thee. 

7<20  7's  M.  Newton. 

"\JI~n3ILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 

t  Y        Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find, 
As  the  lightning  from  the  sides 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind ;  — 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise ; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 
With  eternity  in  view  ; 


480  OCCASIONAL. 

Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  :° 
When  our  life's  short  race  is  run, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

721  H&5'sM.  C.Wesley, 

2T&e  Jtfeto  ¥eav. 

/""10ME,  let  us  anew 

V^     Our  journey  pursue, 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear; 

His  adorable  will 

Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 

Our  time  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay  : 

Oh  I  that  each,  from  his  Lord, 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

"  Well  and  faithfully  done  I 
Enter  into  my  joy  and  sit  down  on  my  throne  !  " 

' ^^>  7'sM.  Anonymous. 

StyeiWfl&tof  &fme. 
fTTLME  by  moments  steals  away, 
-*-      First  the  hour,  and  then  the  day ; 
Small  the  daily  loss  appears, 
Yet  it  soon  amounts  to  years. 


SEASONS   AND   ANNUAL    OCCASIONS.          481 

2  Thus  another  year  is  flown  ; 
Now  it  is  no  more  our  own, 

If  it  brought  or  promised  good, 
Than  the  years  before  the  flood. 

3  But   may  none  of  us  forget 
It  has  left  us  much  in  debt ; 
Who  can  tell  the  vast  amount 
Placed  to  every  one's  account ! 

4  Favors  from  the  Lord  received, 
Sins  that  have  his  spirit  grieved. 
Marked  by  an  unerring  hand, 
In  his  book  recorded  stand. 

5  If  we  see  another  year, 

May  thy  blessings  meet  us  here  | 

Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 

Warm  our  hearts  and  bless  our  eyes  ! 


723  L*  M*  DODDRIDGB. 

&  <Sottg  fcis  tfje  ojpeitittfl  IT^ar. 

GREAT  God  I  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  ; 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows,  — 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  —at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God  ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 
By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 
31 


482  OCCASIONAL. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future  —  all  to  us  unknown  — - 
We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored,  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  When  death  shall  close  our  earthly  songs, 
And  seal,  in  silence,  mortal  tongues, 
Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 
Shall  keep  our  souls,  and  guard  our  dust. 


724  c-  M-  Steele. 

THEN  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 
And  blossoms  deck  the  spray, 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  dav  ! 


w 


2  Hark  !  how  the  feathered  warblers  sing  I 

'T  is  nature's  cheerful  voice  ; 

Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 

And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

3  O  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 

Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart ; 
Then  shall  my  meditation  trace 
Spring,  blooming  in  my  heart. 

4  Inspired  to  praise,  I  then  shall  join 

Glad  nature's  cheerful   song, 
And  love  and  gratitude  divine 
Attune  my  joyful  tongue. 


SEASONS   AND   ANNUAL    OCCASIONS.         483 


725  -k*  ^*  Doddridge. 

Hetreemfns  t\)t  2Tfme. 
^j_OD  of  eternity  !  from  thee 

Did  infant  Time  its  being  draw ; 
Moments  and  days,  and  months,  and  years, 
Revolve  by  thine  unvaried  law. 


G' 


2  Silent  and  swift  they  glide  away ; 

Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows, 
Lost  in  Eternity's  wide  sea, 

The  boundless  gulf  whence  it  arose. 

3  With  it  the  thoughtless  sons  of  men 

Before  the  rapid  stream  are  borne 
On  to  their  everlasting  home, 

Whence  not  one  soul  can  e'er  return, 

4  Great  Source  of  wisdom  !  teach  our  hearts 

To  know  the  price  of  every  hour, 
That  Time  may  bear  us  on  to  joys 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 

726  L-  M-  Tennyson. 

acjje  JBgitijj  Year. 

RIN"Gr  out,  wild  bells,  to  the  wild  sky, 
The  flying  cloud,  the  frosty  light ; 
The  year  is  dying  to  the  night ; 
Eing  out  wild  bells,  and  let  him  die. 

2  Ring  out  the  old,  ring  in  the  new  ; 
Ring,  happy  bells,  across  the  snow ; 
The  year  is  going ;  let  him  go  ; 
Ring  out  the  false,  ring  in  the  true. 


484  OCCASIONAL. 

3  King  out  the  grief  that  saps  the  mind, 

For  those  that  here  we  see  no  more ; 
King  out  the  feud  of  rich  and  poor ; 
Ring  in  redress  to  all  mankind. 

4  Ring  out  a  slowly  dying  cause, 

And  ancient  forms  of  party  strife ; 
Ring  in  the  nobler  modes  of  life, 
With  sweeter  manners,  purer  laws. 

5  Ring  out  false  pr?de  in  place  and  blood, 

The  civic  slander  and  the  spite ; 
Ring  in  the  love  of  truth  and  right, 
Ring  in  the  common  love  of  good. 

6  Ring  in  the  valiant  man  and  free, 

The  larger  heart,  the  kindlier  hand ; 
Ring  out  the  darkness  of  the  land, 
Ring  in  the  Christ  that  is  to  be. 

727  C.  M.  Mrs.  Miles. 

Summer. 

THE  earth,  all  light  and  loveliness, 
In  summer's  golden  hours, 
Shines,  in  her  bridal  vesture  clad, 

And  crowned  with  festal  flowers,  — 
So  radiantly  beautiful, 

So  like  to  heaven  above, 
We  scarce  can  deem  more  fair  that  world 
Of  perfect  bliss  and  love. 

2  Is  this  a  shadow  faint  and  dim 
Of  that  which  is  to  come  ? 
What  shall  the  unveiled  splendor  be, 
Of  our  celestial  home, 


SEASONS   AND   ANNUAL   OCCASIONS.         485 

Where  waves  the  glorious  tree  of  life, 
Where  streams  of  bliss  gush  free. 

And  all  is  glowing  in  the  light 
Of  immortality  ? 


72g  C.  M.  Whittiee. 

<Sj)rfngf 

THE  snow- plumed  angel  of  the  North 
Has  dropped  his  icy  spear ; 
Again  the  mossy  earth  looks  forth, 
Again  the  streams  gush  clear. 

2  "  Bear  up,  O  mother  nature  !  *  cry 

Bird,  breeze,  and  streamlet  free ; 
Our  winter  voices  prophesy 
Of  summer  days  to  thee. 

3  So  in  these  winters  of  the  soul, 

By  bitter  blasts  and  drear 
O'erswept  from  memory's  frozen  pole? 
Will  sunny  days  appear. 

4  The  night  is  mother  of  the  day, 

The  winter  of  the  spring, 
And  ever  upon  old  decay, 
The  greenest  mosses  cling. 

5  Behind  the  cloud  the  starlight  lurks, 

Through  showers  the  sunbeams  fall  \ 
For  God,  who  loveth  all  his  works, 
Has  left  his  hope  for  all. 


486  OCCASIONAL. 

729  k.  M.  Doddridge. 

&i)e  Year  crotonetr  toftl)  ffifootmes*. 

ETERNAL  Source  of  every  joy  ! 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple,  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  The  flowery  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Embalms  the  air  and  paints  the  land ; 
The  summer  rays,  with  vigor,  shine 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

3  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours, 
Through  all  our  coasts,  redundant  stores  ; 
And  winters  softened  by  thy  care, 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

4  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 

Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  lio-bt  and  even  in  g  shade. 


NATIONAL  HYMNS. 

73Q  6  &  4's  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

National  ?^i>mn. 

Y  country,  Jt  is  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 
Of  thee  I  sing ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 


M 


Let  freedom  ring. 


NATIONAL   HYMNS.  487 

2  My  native  country,  thee  — 
Land  of  the  noble,  free  — 

Thy  name  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  : 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Our  fathers'  God,  to  thee. 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing  i 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 


G' 


731  6  &  4's  M-  Anonymous- 

2T$e  same. 

OD  bless  our  native  land ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 
Through  storm  and  night : 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Buler  of  winds  and  wave, 
Do  thou  our  country  save, 
By  thy  great  might. 

For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God  above  the  skies  ! 

On  him  we  wait ; 
Thou  who  hast  heard  each  sigh, 
Watching  each  weeping  eye, 
Be  thou  forever  nigh ;  — 

God  save  the  State ! 


488  OCCASIONAL. 

732  P.  M.  Mooke, 

ISfrfam's  Sonjj. 

SOUND  the  loud  timbrel  o'er  Egypt's  dark  sea9 
Jehovah  has  triumphed,  his  people  are  free. 
Sing,  for  the  pride  of  the  tyrant  is  broken, 
His  chariots,  his  horsemen,  all  splendid  and 
brave ; 
How  vain  was  their  boasting  !  the  Lord  hath  but 
spoken, 
And  chariots  and  horsemen  are  sunk  in  the 
wave. 
Sound  the  loud  timbrel,  etc. 

2  Praise  to  the  Conqueror,  praise  to  the  Lord ; 
His  word  was  our  arrow,  his  breath  was  our 

sword. 
Who  shall  return  to  tell  Egypt  the  story 

Of  those  she  sent  forth  in  the  hour  of  her  pride  ? 
For  the  Lord  hath  looked  out  from  his  pillar  of 
glory, 
And  all  her  brave  thousands  are  dashed  in  the 
tide. 
Sound  the  loud  timbrel,  etc. 


•700  L.  M.  0.  W.  Holmes. 

Stems  SHJamii. 
LORD  of  Hosts  !  Almighty  King  ! 
Behold  the  sacrifice  we  bring  : 
To  every  arm  thy  strength  impart, 
Thy  spirit  shed  through  every  heart ! 


o 


2  Wake  in  our  breasts  the  living  fires, 
The  holy  faith  that  warmed  our  sires  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  made  our  nation  free ; 
To  die  for  her  is  serving  thee. 


NATIONAL   HYMNS.  489 

3  Be  thou  a  pillared  flume  to  show 
The  midnight  snare,  the  silent  foe ; 
And  when  the  battle  thunders  loud 
Still  guide  us  in  its  moving  cloud. 

4  God  of  all  nations  !    Sovereign  Lord ! 
In  thy  dread  name  we  draw  the  sword ; 
We  lift  the  starry  flag  on  high 

That  fills  with  light  our  stormy  sky. 

5  No  more  its  flaming  emblems  wave 
To  bar  from  hope  the  trembling  slave  ; 
No  more  its  radiant  glories  shine 

To  blast  with  woe  a  child  of  thine. 

6  From  treason's  rent,  from  murder's  stain, 
Guard  thou  its  folds  till  peace  shall  reign  ; 
Till  fort  and  field,  till  shore  and  sea, 
Join  our  loud  anthem,  Praise  to  Thee  ! 

734  6  &  4's  M.  Duncan. 

SFxzziJQXtt. 

TRUMP  of  glad  jubilee, 
Echo  o'er  land  and  sea, 
Freedom  for  all : 
Let  the  glad  tidings  fly, 
And  every  tribe  reply, 
Glory  to  God  on  high, 
At  slavery's  fall. 

2  Free,  too,  the  captive  mind 
By  darkness  long  confined 

In  slavery's  night : 
Truth's  glorious  reign  extend, 
Virtue  with  freedom  blend, 
And  full  salvation  send 

With  freedom's  light. 


490 


735 


OCCASIONAL. 


XV] 


3  &  7's  M.  Whittibr. 

Emancfjratfon. 


JNG,  O  bells  ! 
Every  stroke  exulting  tells 

Of  the  burial  hour  of  crime. 

Loud  and  long  that  all  may  hear, 
Ring  for  every  listening  ear 

Of  Eternity  and  Time! 

2  Let  us  kneel : 

God's  own  voice  is  in  that  peal, 
And  this  spot  is  holy  ground. 
Lord,  forgive  us  !     What  are  we, 
That  our  eyes  this  glory  see, 
That  our  ears  have  heard  the  sound? 

3  For  the  Lord 

On  the  whirlwind  is  abroad ; 

In  the  earthquake  he  has  spoken  : 
He  has  smitten  with  his  thundei 
All  the  iron  walls  asunder, 

And  the  gates  of  brass  are  broken  ! 

4  Loud  and  long 

^  Lift  the  old  exulting  song. 
Sing  with  Miriam  by  the  sea  : 
He  has  cast  the  mighty  down ;. 
Horse  and  rider  sink  and  drown ; 
He  has  triumphed  gloriously  ! 

5  Ring  and  swing  I 

Bells  of  joy  I  on  morning's  win<* 
Send  the  song  of  praise  abroad; 
With  a  sound  of  broken  chains, 
Tell  the  nation  that  he  reigns, 
Who  alone  is  Lord  and  God  ! 


NATIONAL   HYMNS.  491 

73g  P.  M.  THEODORE    TlLTON. 

€5otr  sabe  ti)e  Nation ! 

A  War  Hymn. 

rt ^HOU  who  ordainest  for  the  land's  salvation, 
JL      Famine,  and  fire,  and  sword,  and  lamen- 
tation, 
Now  unto  thee  we  lift  our  supplication  — 
God  save  the  Nation  ! 

2  By  the  great  sign,  foretold,  of  thy  appearing, 
Coming  in  clouds,  while  mortal  men  stand  fearing, 
Show  us  amid  this  smoke  of  battle,  clearing, 

Thy  chariot  nearing  ! 

3  By  the  brave  blood  that  floweth  like  a  river, 
Hurl  thou  a  thunderbolt  from  out  thy  quiver  I 
Break   thou   the   strong   gates  !     Every  fetter 

shiver ! 
Smite  and  deliver ! 

737  L.  M.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 

£i)e  (Soto  of  our  jFat|)rcs. 

LIKE  Israel's  host  to  exile  driven, 
Across  the  flood  the  pilgrims  fled ; 
Their  hands  bore  up  the  ark  of  heaven, 

And  heaven  their  trusting  footsteps  led, 
Till  on  these  savage  shores  they  trod, 
And  won  the  wilderness  for  God. 

2  Then,  when  their  weary  ark  found  rest, 

Another  Zion  proudly  grew ; 
In  more  than  Judah's  glory  dressed, 

With  light  that  Israel  never  knew, 
From  sea  to  sea  her  empire  spread, 
Her  temple  heaven,  and  Christ  her  Jlead. 


492  OCCASIONAL. 

3  Then  let  the  grateful  Church  fco-daj 
Its  ancient  rite  with  gladness  keep  ; 
And  still  our  fathers'  God  display 

His  kindness,  though  the  fathers  sleep. 
O,  bless  as  thou  hast  blest  the  past, 
While  earth,  and  time,  and  heaven  shall  last ! 


738  6  &  4's  M-  Piebpont, 

®i)e  jFatfjers  tememfcmtr, 

("1  ONE  are  those  great  and  good 
X  Who  here  in  peril  stood 
And  raised  their  hymn  : 
Peace  to  the  reverend  dead  ! 
The  light,  that  on  their  head 
The  glorious  past  has  shed, 
Shall  ne'er  grow  dim. 

2  Ye  temples,  that  to  God 
Rise  where  our  fathers  trod, 

Guard  well  your  trust,  — ■ 
The  faith   that  dared  the  sea, 
The  truth  that  made  them  free, 
Their  cherished  purity, 

Their  garnered  dust. 

3  Thou  high  and  holy  One, 
Whose  care  for  sire  and  son 

All  nature  fills ; 
While  day  shall  break  and  close, 
While  night  her  crescent  shows, 
O,  let  thy  light  repose 

On  these  thy  hills  ! 


NATIONAL  HYMNS.  493 

739  L.   M.  AlKIN. 

fin  Elmc  of  CZPar, 

"TT^HILE  sounds  of  war  are  heard  around, 

t  t       And  death  and  ruin  strow  the  ground, 
To  thee  we  look,  on  thee  we  call, 
The  Parent  and  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  Thou,  who  hast  stamped  on  human  kind 
The  image  of  a  heaven-born  mind, 
And  in  a  Father's  wide  embrace 

Hast  cherished  all  the  kindred  race,  — 

3  Great  God,  whose  powerful  hand  can  bind 
The  raging  waves,  the  furious  wind, 

O,  bid  the  human  tempest  cease, 

And  hush  the  maddening  world  to  peace. 

4  With  reverence  may  each  hostile  land 
Hear  and  obey  that  high  command, 
Thy  Son's  blest  errand  from  above,  — 
"  My  creatures,  live  in  mutual  love  ! " 


740  p-  M-        George  H.  Bokek. 

21frge  for  a  Sottrter. 

C^ILOSE  his  eyes,  his  work  is  done ! 
J     What  to  him  is  friend  or  foeman, 
Eise  of  moon,  or  set  of  sun, 

Hand  of  man,  or  kiss  of  woman  ? 
Lay  him  low,  lay  him  low, 
In  the  clover  or  the  snow ! 
What  cares  he  ?  he  cannot  know ! 
Lay  him  low ! 


494  OCCASIONAL. 

2  As  a  man  may,  he  fought  his  fight- 

Proved  his  truth  by  his  endeavor : 
Let  him  sleep  in  solemn  night, 
Sleep  forever  and  forever. 
Lay  him  low,  etc. 

3  Fold  him  in  his  country's  stars, 

Roll  the  drum  and  fire  the  volley  I 
What  to  him  are  all  our  wars, 
What  but  death  bemocking  folly? 
Lay  him  low,  etc. 

4  Leave  him  to  God's  watching  eye, 

Trust  him  to  the  hand  that  made  him, 
Mortal  love  weeps  idly  by  : 

God  alone  has  power  to  aid  him. 
Lay  him  low,  etc. 


i 


741  8's  M-  Collins. 

3&IXQZ  for  tije  heroic  Tieatt,, 
OW  sleep  the  brave  who  sink  to  rest 
By  all  their  country's  wishes  blest ! 
When  spring,  with  dewy  fingers  cold, 
Returns  to  deck  their  hallowed  mould, 
She  there  shall  dress  a  sweeter  sod 
Than  Fancy's  feet  have  ever  trod. 

By  fairy  hands  then  knell  is  rung, 
By  forms  unseen  their  dirge  is  sung ; 
There  Honor  comes,  a  pilgrim  gray, 
To  bless  the  turf  that  wraps  their  clay, 
And  Freedom  shall  awhile  repair, 
To  dwell  a  weeping  hermit  there. 


NATIONAL   HYMNS.  495 

742  L.  M.  W.  R.  Wallace. 

National  gtutfjem. 

GOD  of  the  free  !  upon  thy  breath 
Our  flag  is  for  the  right  unrolled. 
As  broad  and  brave  as  when  its  stars 
First  lit  the  hallowed  time  of  old. 

2  For  duty  still  its  folds  shall  fly ; 

For  honor  still  its  glories  burn, 
Where  truth,  religion,  valor,  guard 
The  patriot's  sword  and  martyr's  urn. 

3  God  of  the  free  !  our  nation  bless 

In  its  strong  manhood  as  its  birth ; 
And  make  its  life  a  star  of  hope 
For  all  the  struggling  of  the  earth. 

4  Then  shout  beside  thine  oak,  O  North ! 

O  South  !  wave  answer  with  thy  palm ; 
And  in  our  Union's  heritage 

Together  sing  the  nation's  psalm  ! 


743  c-  M-  Anonymous. 

?$2mn  of  $eace. 

THE  dwellings  of  the  free  resound 
With  songs  of  victory  ; 
And  countless  hearts,  the  land  around, 
For  peace  are  blessing  thee. 

2  By  thee  we  raised  the  conquering  sign 
That  led  the  victor  band ; 
Thine  was  the  power,  the  peace  is  thine ; 
We  see  in  all,  thy  hand. 


496  OCCASIONAL. 

3  Still  let  that  conquering  banner  wave 

O'er  souls  thou  hast  made  free, 
And  fold  the  hearts  which  through  the  grave 
Have  heavenward  passed  to  thee. 

4  In  joyful  songs  thy  name  we  bless, 

Who  makest  wars  to  cease ; 
O,  grant  our  land,  through  righteousness, 
A  never  broken  peace. 


PHILANTHROPIC  AND  REFORMATORY. 

744  7's  M.  J.  Taylor 

Acceptable  ©fferftifl. 

1  RATHER  of  our  feeble  race, 
,     Wise,  beneficent,  and  kind  I 
Spread  o'er  nature's  ample  face, 

Flows  thy  goodness  unconfinedo 
Musing  in  the  silent  grove, 

Or  the  busy  walks  of  men, 
Still  we  trace  thy  wondrous  love, 
Claiming  large  returns  again. 

2  Lord,  what  offering  shall  we  bring, 

At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure  unsullied  spring 

Whence  the  kind  affections  flow  ; 
Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 

By  the  melting  eye  expressed  ; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control  . 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast. 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND    REFORMATORY.       497 

Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 

Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind ; 

Charity,  with  liberal  store ;  — 
Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  King, 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring, 

Love  to  thee  and  all  mankind. 


745  G'  ^  Crosswbll. 

«  2Eo  fco  @foofc  antt  to  Communicate  fotflet  not." 

LORD,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 
By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  his,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 
Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

'3  For  thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 
In  this  wide  world  of  ill ; 
And  that  thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still, 

4  Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make ; 
Yet  thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 

32 


498  OCCASIONAL. 

746  7'S  M.  ANOHT3IOIT& 

Cffbe  to  tjje  $oor. 

GIVE  as  God  hath  given  thee, 
With  a  bounty  full  and  free  : 
If  he  hath  with  liberal  hand, 
Given  wealth  to  thy  command, 
For  the  fulness  of  thy  store, 
Give  thy  needy  brother  more. 

2  If  the  lot  his  love  doth  give 
Is  by  earnest  toil  to  live, 

If  with  nerve  and  sinew  strong 
Thou  dost  labor  hard  and  long  ; 
Then  e'en  from  thy  slender  store 
Give,  and  God  shall  give  thee  more* 

3  Hearts  there  are  with  grief  oppressed  £ 
Forms  in  tattered  raiment  dressed  ; 
Homes  where  want  and  woe  abide ; 
Dens  where  vice  and  misery  hide ; 
With  a  bounty  large  and  free, 

Give,  as  God  hath  given  thee. 

4  Wealth  is  thine  to  aid  and  bless, 
Strength  to  succor  and  redress  ; 
Bear  thy  weaker  brother's  part, 
Strong  of  hand  and  strong  of  heart ; 
Be  thy  portion  large  or  small, 
Give,  for  God  doth  give  thee  all. 


747  L.  M.  Pratt's  Coll, 

2Tj>e  33Ie0setmes9  of  cottsf&cruifl  tlje  $oor.    $*•  lflf.  1— & 
LEST  who  with  generous  pity  glows, 
Who  learns  to  feel  another's  woes  : 


B 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND   REFORMATORY.       499 

Bows  to  the  poor  man's  wants  his  ear, 
And  wipes  the  helpless  orphan's  tear  I 
In  every  want,  in  every  woe, 
Himself  thy  pity,  Lord,  shall  know. 

2  Thy  love  his  life  shall  guard,  thy  hand 
Give  to  his  lot  the  chosen  land ; 
Nor  leave  him,  in  the  troubled  day. 
To  unrelenting  foes  a  prey, 
In  sickness  thou  shalt  raise  his  head, 
And  make  with  tender  est  care  his  bed. 


748  ®m  M<  Anonymous. 

SKEostrs  an*&  23eeto0. 

BENEATH  the  thick  but  struggling  clouds, 
We  talk  of  Christian  life ; 
The  words  of  Jesus  on  our  lips, 
Our  hearts  with  man  at  strife. 

2  Traditions,  forms,  and  selfish  aims. 

Have  dimmed  the  inner  light ; 
Have  closely  veiled  the  spirit-world 
And  angels  from  our  sight. 

3  Strong  souls  and  willing  hands  we  need. 

Our  temple  to  repair  ; 
Remove  the  gathering  dust  of  years, 
And  show  the  model  fair. 

4  We  slumber  while  the  present  calls, 

But  darkness  grows  with  rest ; 
Wouldst  thou  see  truth  ?  To  action  wake,  — 
Do  the  divine  behest. 


500  OCCASIONAL. 


O' 


749  C  M.  Hampson. 

€omjmssfon. 
jUK  ofFering  is  a  willing  mind 
To  comfort  the  distressed  ; 
In  others'  good  our  own  to  find, 
In  others'  blessings  blessed. 

2  Go  to  the  pillow  of  disease, 

Where  night  gives  no  repose, 
And  on  the  cheek  where  sickness  preys, 
Bid  health  to  plant  a  rose. 

3  Go  where  the  friendless  stranger  lies, 

To  perish  in  his  doom, 
Snatch  from  the  grave  his  closing  eyes, 
And  bring  his  blessing  home. 

4  Thus  what  our  heavenly  Father  gave 

Shall  we  as  freely  give  ; 
Thus  copy  him  who  lived  to  save, 
And  died  that  we  might  live. 


750  C.  M.  Peabody. 

«mi)Q  is  ms  Ttfefflpor  ?  " 

T\rHC)  is  %  neighbor  ?     He  whom  thou 

▼  ▼        Hast  power  to  aid  or  bless  ; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 
Thy  hand  may  soothe  or  press. 

2  Thy  neighbor  ?  he  who  drinks  the  cup 
When  sorrow  drowns  the  brim  ; 
With  words  of  high  sustaining  hope, 
Go  thou  and  comfort  him. 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND   REFORMATORY.       501 

3  Thy  neighbor?  'tis  the  weary  slave, 

Fettered  in  mind  and  limb  ; 
He  hath  no  hope  this  side  the  grave ; 
Go  thou  and  ransom  him. 

4  Thy  neighbor?   pass  no  mourner  by, 

Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 
A  breaking  heart  from  misery ; 
Go,  share  thy  lot  with  him. 


751  7's  ^*  ^  !•  Anonymous. 

gcttbe  SSenebolence. 

IN  the  morning  sow  thy  seed, 
Nor  at  eve  withhold  thy  hand ; 
Who  can  tell  which  may  succeed, 
Or,  if  both  alike  should  stand, 
And  a  glorious  harvest  bear, 
To  reward  the  sow er's  care  ? 

2  Sow  it  'mid  the  haunts  of  vice,  — 

Scenes  of  infamy  and  crime ; 
Suddenly,  may  Paradise 

Burst,  as  in  the  northern  clime 
Spring,  with  all  its  verdant  race, 
Starts  from  Winter's  cold  embrace. 

3  Sow  it  with  unsparing  hand  ; 

'T  is  the  kingdom's  precious  seed, 
'T  is  the  Master's  great  command, 

And  his  grace  shall  crown  the  deed ; 
He  hath  said,  the  precious  grain 
Never  should  be  sowed  in  vain. 


502  OCCASIONAL. 

*752  -k*  ^*  Montgomery. 

JFov  a  jfemale  jMentilg  Ssocfetj. 

OUE  soul  shall  magnify  the  Lord, 
In  him  our  spirit  shall  rejoice ; 
Assembled  here  with  sweet  accord, 

Our  hearts  shall  praise  him  with  our  voice. 

2  Since  he  regards  our  low  estate, 

And  hears  his  handmaids  when  they  pray, 
We  humbly  plead  at  mercy's  gate, 
Where  none  are  ever  turned  away. 

3  The  poor  are  his  peculiar  care, 

To  them  his  promises  are  sure ; 
His  gifts  the  poor  in  spirit  share  : 
O,  may  we  always  thus  be  poor  ! 

4  God  of  our  hope,  to  thee  we  bow, 

Thou  art  our  refuge  in  distress  : 
The  husband  of  the  widow,  thou, 
The  father  of  the  fatherless. 

5  May  we  the  law  of  love  fulfil ; 

To  bear  each  other's  burdens  here ; 
Suffer  and  do  thy  righteous  will, 
And  walk  in  all  thy  faith  and  fear. 


753  8  &  7's  M.  Pierpont. 

Semjjerattce  Vo\ns. 

PILLOWS  wet  with  tears  of  anguish, 
Couches  pressed  in  sleepless  woe, 
Where  the  sons  of  Belial  languish, 
Father,  may  we  never  know. 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND   REFORMATORY.       503 

2  For  the  maddening  cud  shall  never 

To  our  thirsting  lips  be  pressed, 
But  our  draught  shall  be,  forever, 
The  cold  water  thou  hast  blessed. 

3  This  shall  give  us  strength  to  labor, 

This  make  all  our  stores  increase ; 
This,  with  thee  and  with  our  neighbor, 
Bind  us  in  the  bonds  of  peace. 

4  For  the  lake,  the  well,  the  river, 

Water-brook  and  crystal  spring, 
Do  we  now,  to  thee,  the  Giver, 
Thanks,  our  daily  tribute,  bring. 

754  ^.  M.  Mrs.  Sigournby. 

JFor  a  2Eemj)eratice  Slntxfbersarj). 

WE  praise  thee,  if  one  rescued  soul, 
While  the  past  year  prolonged  its  flight, 
Turned,  shuddering,  from  the  poisonous  bowl, 
To  health,  and  liberty,  and  light. 

2  We  praise  thee,  if  one  clouded  home, 

Where  broken  hearts  despairing  pined, 
Beheld  the  sire  and  husband  come 
Erect  and  in  his  perfect  mind. 

3  No  more  a  weeping  wife  to  mock, 

Till  all  her  hopes  in  anguish  end ; 

No  more  the  trembling  child  to  shock, 

And  sink  the  father  in  the  fiend. 

4  Still  give  us  grace,  almighty  King  ! 

Unwavering  at  our  posts  to  stand, 
Till  grateful  to  thy  shrine  we  bring 
The  tribute  of  a  ransomed  land. 


504  OCCASIONAL. 

755  S.  M.  M.  W.  Hale. 

jFor  a  ^Temperance  Sinntberaarg. 

PRAISE  for  the  glorious  light, 
Which  crowns  this  joyous  day  ; 
Whose  beams  dispel  the  shades  of  night, 
And  wake  our  grateful  lay  ! 

2  Praise  for  the  mighty  band, 

Redeemed  from  error's  chain, 
Whose  echoing  voices,  through  our  land, 
Join  our  triumphant  strain  ! 

3  Ours  is  no  conquest  gained 

Upon  the  tented  field  ; 
Nor  hath  the  flowing  life-blood  stained 
The  victor's  helm  and  shield. 

4  But  the  strong  might  of  love, 

And  truth's  all-pleading  voice, 
As  angels  bending  from  above, 
Have  made  our  hearts  rejoice. 

5  Lord  !  upward  to  thy  throne 

Th'  imploring  voice  we  raise ; 
The  might,  the  strength,  are  thine  alone  ! 
Thine  be  our  loftiest  praise. 


756  7s  M-        p- H-  Sweetsek« 

^Temperance  ?Bj>mn. 
ARK  !  the  voice  of  choral  song 
Floats  upon  the  breeze  along, 
Chanting  clear,  in  solemn  lays,  — 
Man  redeemed  —  to  God  the  praise  !  " 


H 


a 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND   REFORMATORY.       505 

2  Angels,  strike  the  golden  lyre  I 
Mortals,  catch  the  heavenly  fire  ! 
Thousands  ransomed  from  the  grave, 
Millions  yet  our  pledge  shall  save ! 

3  Save  from  sin's  destructive  breath, 
Save  from  sorrow,  shame,  and  death  — 
From  intemperance  and  strife, 

Save  the  husband,  children,  wife  I 

4  Courage  !  let  no  heart  despair  — 
Mighty  is  the  truth  we  bear  ! 
Forward  then,  baptized  in  love, 
Led  by  wisdom  from  above  ! 

757  L-  M-  Whiitier. 

JFor  exit  gtjncultuval  jFesttbaL 

MAKER  of  the  fruits  and  flowers  I 

We  thank  thee  for  thy  wise  design, 

Whereby  these  human  hands  of  ours 

In  nature's  garden  work  with  thine. 

2  And  thanks  that  from  our  daily  need 

The  joy  of  simple  faith  is  born, 
That  he  who  smites  the  summer  weed 
May  trust  thee  for  the  autumn  corn. 

3  For  he  who  blesses  most  is  blest, 

And  God  and  man  shall  own  his  worth 
Who  toils  to  leave,  as  his  bequest, 
An  added  beauty  to  the  earth. 

1  And  soon  or  late,  to  all  that  sow, 
The  time  of  harvest  shall  be  given ; 
The  flower  shall  bloom,  the  fruit  shall  grow, 
If  not  on  earth,  at  last  in  heaven. 


506  OCCASIONAL. 

758  c-  M-  Anonymous. 

THOUGH  faint  and  sick,  and  worn  away 
With  poverty  and  woe, 
My  widowed  feet  are  doomed  to  stray 
'Mid  thorny  paths  below. 

2  Be  thou,  O  Lord,  my  Father  still, 

My  confidence  and  guide  : 

I  know  that  perfect  is  thy  will, 

Whate'er  that  will  decide. 

3  I  know  the  soul  that  trusts  in  thee, 

Thou  never  wilt  forsake  : 
And  though  a  bruised  reed  I  be, 
That  reed  thou  wilt  not  break. 

4  Then  keep  me.  Lord,  where'er  I  go, 

Support  me  on  my  way, 
Though  worn  with  poverty  and  woe, 
My  widowed  footsteps  stray. 

5  To  give  my  weakness  strength,  O  God, 

Thy  staff  shall  yet  avail ; 
And  though  thou  chasten  with  thv  rod, 
That  staff  shall  never  fail. 


759  0-  M.  Anonymous. 

WHERE  shall  the  child  of  sorrow  find 
A  place  of  calm  repose  ? 
Thou  Father  of  the  fatherless, 
Pity  the  orphan's  woes  ! 


PHILANTHROPIC    AND   REFORMATORY.       507 

2  What  friend  have  I  in  heaven  or  earth, 

What  friend  to  trust  but  thee  ? 
My  father's  dead  —  my  mother's  dead ; 
My  God,  remember  me  ! 

3  Thy  gracious  promise  now  fulfil, 

And  bid  my  trouble  cease  ; 
In  thee  the  fatherless  shall  find 
Pure  mercy,  grace,  and  peace. 

4  I  've  not"  a  secret  care  or  pain 

But  he  that  secret  knows ; 
Thou  Father  of  the  fatherless, 
Pity  the  orphan's  woes  ! 


760  L- M-  Mrs-  Mato- 

3&  eclat mf its  3Lobe. 

|H,  shut  not  out  sweet  pity's  ray 

From  souls  now  clouded  o'er  by  sin ; 
Touch  their  deep  springs,  and  let  the  day 
Of  Christian  love  flow  freely  in. 


o 


2  Send  them  kind  missions,  though  their  feet 

~No  more  again  the  world  may  tread ; 
Some  pulse  of  better  life  may  beat 

In  hearts  that  seem  unmoved  and  dead. 

3  'T  is  just  that  they  should  bear  the  pain 

Of  keen  remorse  and  guilty  shame ; 
But  scorn  may  drive  to  crime  again  — 
'T  is  only  love  that  can  reclaim. 


508  OCCASIONAL. 

761  8>  7'  &  6's  M-        Miss  Fletcher. 

©omjmssfou  for  tlje  Sftinftig. 

THINK  gently  of  the  erring ! 
Lord,  let  us  not  forget, 
However  darkly  stained  by  sin, 

He  is  our  brother  yet. 
Heir  of  the  same  inheritance  ! 
Child  of  the  self-same  God  ! 
He  hath  but  stumbled  in  the  path, 
We  have  in  weakness  trod. 

2  Speak  gently  to  him,  brother ;    . 

Thou  yet  mayst  lead  him  back, 
With  holy  words  and  tones  of  love, 

From  misery's  thorny  track. 
Forget  not  thou  hast  often  sinned, 

And  sinful  yet  must  be  : 
Deal  gently  with  the  erring  one, 

As  God  hath  dealt  with  thee. 


7g2  10'3  M.  Anonymous. 

(Eomjmssfott  for  t&e  25rrfnp;. 

BKEATHE  thoughts  of  pity  o'er  a  brother's 
fall, 
But  dwell  not  with  stern  anger  on  his  fault ; 
The  grace  of  God  alone  holds  thee,  holds  all ; 
Were  that  withdrawn,  thou,  too,  would'st 
swerve  and  halt. 

2  Send  back  the  wand'rer  to  the  Saviour's  fold  ; 
That  were  an  action  worthy  of  a  saint ; 
But  not  in  malice  let  the  crime  be  told, 
Nor  publish  to  the  world  the  evil  taint. 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND   REFORMATORY.       509 

3  The  Saviour  suffers  when  his  children  slide ; 

Then  is  his  holy  name  by  men  blasphemed, 
And  he  afresh  is  mocked  and  crucified, 
Even  by  those  his  bitter  death  redeemed. 

4  Rebuke  the  sin,  and  yet  in  love  rebuke ; 

Feel  as  one  member  in  another's  pain ; 

Win  back  the  soul  that  his  fair  path  forsook, 

And  mighty  and  rejoicing  is  thy  gain  ! 


763  L-  M-  Mrs-  Livermorb. 

3keclafmut(j  -$otoev  of  &obe. 

JESUS,  what  precept  is  like  thine, 
"  Forgive,  as  ye  would  be  forgiven  !  " 
If  heeded,  O  what  power  divine 

Would  then  transform  our  earth  to  heaven. 

2  Not  by  the  harsh  or  scornful  word, 

Should  we  our  brother  seek  to  gain ; 
Not  by  the  prison  or  the  sword, 

The  shackle,  or  the  clanking  chain. 

3  But  from  our  spirits  there  must  flow 

A  love  that  will  his  wrong  outweigh : 
Our  lips  must  only  blessings  know, 
And  wrath  and  sin  shall  die  away. 

4  JT  was  heaven  that  formed  the  holy  plan 

To  bring  the  wanderer  back  by  love ; 
Thus  let  us  win  our  brother,  man, 
And  imitate  thee,  God  above  ! 


510  OCCASIONAL. 

764  -k*  -M-  ^IS9  Fletcheb. 

if  ox  tfje  prisoner. 

FATHER  !  we  pray  for  those  who  dwell 
Within  the  prison's  gloomy  cell ! 
For  those  whose  souls  are  bending  low 
Beneath  the  weight  of  guilt  and  woe  I 

2  Thy  love  hath  kept  our  thorny  way, 
And  saved  us  from  sin's  iron  sway ; 
Our  brethren  in  a  weaker  hour 
Have  yielded  to  temptation's  power. 

3  Teach  us  with  humble  hearts  to  feel, 
How  darkly  on  our  brows  the  seal 
Of  guilt  might  now  perchance  be  set, 
Had  we  the  same  temptation  met. 

4  Then  while  the  error  we  would  shun, 
We  still  would  aid  the  erring  one 
To  turn  from  sin's  unpitying  sway, 
To  virtue's  fair  and  pleasant  way. 


7g5  7's  M.  Milmah. 

"&ntt  i)e  arose  anti  SffeafteU  t!jc  E2h'n'&s  antr  Sea." 

LORD  !  thou  didst  arise  and  say, 
To  the  troubled  waters,  "  Peace," 
And  the  tempest  died  away ; 

Down  they  sank,  the  foaming  seas, 
And  a  calm  and  heaving  sleep 
Spread  o'er  all  the  glassy  deep, 
All  the  azure  lake  serene 
Like  another  heaven  was  seen  ! 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND   REFORMATORY.       511 

Lord  !  thy  gracious  word  repeat 

To  the  billows  of  the  proud ! 
Quell  the  tyrant's  martial  heat, 

Quell  the  fierce  and  changing  crowd ! 
Then  the  earth  shall  find  repose, 

From  oppressions  and  from  woes  ; 
And  another  heaven  appear 

On  our  world  of  darkness  here  ! 


766  6  &  10's  m.  I MlLT0N-  Gak™bb- 

'  VVJ  ^        AND    D WIGHT. 

&t)c  3iH'fttce  of  ^eacc, 

O  war  nor  battle's  sound 
Was  heard  the  world  around,  — 
No  hostile  chiefs  to  furious  combat  ran ; 
But  peaceful  was  the  night 
In  which  the  Prince  of  light 
His  reign  of  peace  upon  the  earth  began. 

2  Unwilling  kings  obeyed, 
And  sheathed  the  battle  blade, 

And  called  their  bloody  legions  from  the  field  ; 

In  silent  awe  they  wait, 

And  close  the  warrior's  gate, 
ISTor  know  to  whom  their  homage  thus  they  yield. 

3  The  peaceful  Conquerer  goes, 
And  triumphs  o'er  his  foes, 

His  weapons  drawn  from  armories  above ; 

Behold  the  vanquished  sit 

Submissive  at  his  feet, 
And  strife  and  hate  are  changed  to  peace  and  love. 


512  OCCASIONAL* 

767  C.  M.  Drennan. 

ILato  of  2Lobe. 

ALL  nature  feels  attractive  power, 
A  strong  embracing  force  ; 
The  drops  that  sparkle  in  the  shower, 
The  planets  in  their  course. 

2  Thus,  in  the  universe  of  mind, 

Is  felt  the  law  of  love  ; 
The  charity  both  strong  and  kind, 
For  all  that  live  and  move. 

3  In  this  fine  sympathetic  chain 

All  creatures  bear  a  part ; 
Their  every  pleasure,  every  pain, 
Linked  to  the  feeling  heart. 

4  More  perfect  bond,  the  Christian  plan 

Attaches  soul  to  soul ; 
Our  neighbor  is  the  suffering  man, 
Though  at  the  farthest  pole. 

5  To  earth  below,  from  heaven  above, 

The  faith  in  Christ  professed, 
More  clearly  shows  that  God  is  love, 
And  whom  he  loves  is  blessed. 


768  ®'  ^*  Anonymous. 

We  are  all  Brethren. 
USHED  be  the  battle's  fearful  roar, 
The  warrior's  rushing  call ! 
Why  should  the  earth  be  drenched  with  gore  ? 
Are  we  not  brothers  all  ? 


H' 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND    REFORMATORY.       513 

2  Want,  from  the  starving  poor  depart ! 

Chains,  from  the  captives  fall ! 
Great  God,  subdue  the  oppressor's  heart ! 
Are  we  not  brothers  all  ? 

3  Sect,  clan,  and  nation,  O,  strike  down 

Each  mean  partition-wall ! 
Let  love  the  voice  of  discord  drown  ! 
Are  we  not  brothers  all  ? 

4  Let  grace,  and  truth,  and  peace,  alone 

Hold  human  hearts  in  thrall, 
That  heaven  at  length  its  work  may  own, 
And  men  be  brothers  all. 

7(59  P.  M.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 

Eije  $rojjress  of  jFreetrom. 

OPPRESSION  shall  not  always  reign; 
There  comes  a  brighter  day, 
When  Freedom,  burst  from  every  chain, 

Shall  have  triumphant  way. 
Then  right  shall  over  might  prevail, 
And  truth,  like  hero  armed  in  mail, 
The  hosts  of  tyrant  wrong  assail, 
And  hold  eternal  sway. 

2  What  voice  shall  bid  the  progress  stay 
Of  Truth's  victorious  car  ? 
What  arm  arrest  the  growing  day, 

Or  quench  the  solar  star  ? 
What  reckless  soul,  though  stout  and  strong, 
Shall  dare  bring  back  the  ancient  wrong, 
Oppression's  guilty  night  prolong, 
And  Freedom's  morning  bar  ? 
33 


514:  OCCASIONAL. 

3  The  hour  of  triumph  comes  apace, 
The  fated  promised  hour, 

When  earth  upon  a  ransomed  race 

.    Her  bounteous  gifts  shall  shower. 

Ring,  Liberty,  thy  glorious  bell ! 

Bid  high  thy  sacred  banner  swell ! 

Let  trump  on  trump  the  triumph  tell 
Of  Heaven's  redeeming  power. 


*77X)  7's  M.  Mrs.  Follen. 

^rajer  for  t&e  Slabe. 

ORD  !  deliver  ;  thou  canst  save  : 
Save  from  evil,  mighty  God  ! 
Hear,  O  hear,  the  kneeling  slave ! 
Break,  O  break,  the  oppressor's  rod ! 


L' 


2  May  the  captive's  pleading  fill 

All  the  earth,  and  all  the  sky ; 
Every  other  voice  be  still, 

While  he  pleads  with  God  on  high. 

3  From  the  tyranny  within, 

Save  thy  children,  Lord  !  we  pray ; 
Chains  of  iron,  chains  of  sin, 
Cast,  forever,  cast  away. 

4  Love  to  man,  and  love  to  God, 

Are  the  weapons  of  our  war  ; 
These  can  break  the  oppressor's  rod, 
Burst  the  bonds  that  we  abhor. 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND   REFORM  ATOPY.       515 


771  C.   M.  K.  NlCOLL. 

potior  all  JfWen. 
MAY  not  scorn  the  meanest  thing 
That  on  the  earth  doth  crawl : 
The  slave  who  would  not  burst  his  chain, 
The  tyrant  in  his  hall. 


i 


2  The  vile  oppressor,  who  hath  made 

The  widowed  mother  mourn, 
Though  worthless,  soulless,  he  may  stand, 
I  cannot,  dare  not  scorn. 

3  The  darkest  night  that  shrouds  the  sky, 

Of  beauty  hath  a  share  : 
The  blackest  heart  hath  sighs  to  tell 
That  God  still  lingers  there. 


772  C-  M"-  Anonymous. 

«  aSteatt  eberg  Yofce." 
"  X>KEAK  every  yoke,"  the  gospel  cries, 
_D   < i  And  let  the  oppressed  go  free ;  " 
Let  every  burdened  captive  rise, 
And  taste  sweet  liberty. 

2  Lord  !  when  shall  man  thy  voice  obey, 

And  rend  each  iron  chain  ? 
O  !  when  shall  love  its  golden  sway 
O'er  all  the  earth  maintain  ? 

3  Send  thy  good  spirit  from  above, 

And  melt  the  oppressor's  heart ; 
Send  swift  deliverance  to  the  slave, 
And  bid  his  woes  depart. 


516  OCCASIONAL. 

4  With  joy  and  gladness  crown  his  day, 
And  fill  his  heart  with  love ; 
Teach  him  the  straight  and  only  way 
That  leads  to  rest  above. 


o 


773  8  &  6's  M.  Bryant. 

«  aTfjou  Ijast  j>ut  all  aTfnngs  unOer  Us  jFeet." 

NORTH,  with  all  thy  vales  of  green, 
O  South,  with  all  thy  palms, 
From  peopled  towns,  and  fields  between, 

Uplift  the  voice  of  psalms  ; 
Raise,  ancient  East,  the  anthem  high, 
And  let  the  youthful  West  reply. 

2  Lo  !  in  the  clouds  of  heaven  appears 
God's  well-beloved  Son ; 

He  brings  a  train  of  brighter  years  — 

His  kingdom  is  begun  ; 
He  comes,  a  guilty  world  to  bless 
With  mercy,  truth,  and  righteousness. 

3  O  Father,  haste  the  promised  hour 
When  at  his  feet  shall  lie 

All  rule,  authority,  and  power, 

Beneath  the  ample  sky ; 
When  he  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 
The  Lord  of  every  human  soul. 

4  When  all  shall  heed  the  words  he  said, 
Amid  their  daily  cares, 

And  by  the  loving  life  he  led, 

Shall  strive  to  pattern  theirs  ; 
And  he  who  conquered  death  shall  win 
The  mighty  conquest  over  sin. 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND    REFORMATORY. 


774  7's  M*  Montgomery. 

£$e  SLfbcrta?  of  tfje  Sons  of  <&ob. 
OD  made  all  his  creatures  free ; 
Life  itself  is  liberty ; 
God  ordained  no  other  bands 
Than  united  hearts  and  hands. 


G' 


2  Sin  the  primal  charter  broke,  — 
Sin,  itself  earth's  heaviest  yoke ; 
Tyranny  with  sin  began, 

Man  o'er  brute,  and  man  o'er  man. 

3  But  a  better  day  shall  be, 
Life  again  be  liberty, 

And  the  wide  world's  only  bands 
Love-knit  hearts  and  love-linked  hande, 

4  So  shall  every  slavery  cease, 

All  God's  children  dwell  in  peace, 
And  the  new-born  earth  record 
Love,  and  Love  alone,  is  Lord. 


775  C.  M.  H.  Martineau, 

OT  Mm  axe  JSquaL 
LL  men  are  equal  in  their  birth, 
Heirs  of  the  earth  and  skies  ; 
All  men  are  equal  when  that  earth 
Fades  from  their  dying  eyes. 


A1 


2  God  meets  the  throngs  who  pay  their  vows 
In  courts  that  hands  have  made, 
And  hears  the  worshipper  who  bows 
Beneath  the  plantain  shade. 


518 


OCCASIONAL. 


3  'T  is  man  alone  who  difference  sees, 

And  speaks  of  high  and  low, 
And  worships  those,  and  tramples  these, 
While  the  same  path  they  go. 

4  O,  let  man  hasten  to  restore 

To  all  their  rights  of  love ; 
In  power  and  wealth  exult  no  more ; 
In  wisdom  lowly  move. 

5  Ye  great,  renounce  your  earth-born  pride. 

Ye  low,  your  shame  and  fear  : 
Live,  as  ye  worship,  side  by  side ; 
Your  brotherhood  revere. 


776  L-  M«  Anonymous. 

&!)e  29ope  of  if&ati. 

HHHE  past  is  dark  with  sin  and  shame, 

JL     The  future  dim  with  doubt  and  fear ; 

But,  Father,  yet  we  praise  thy  name, 

Whose  guardian  love  is  always  near. 

2  For  man  has  striven,  ages  long, 

With  faltering  steps  to  come  to  thee, 
And  in  each  purpose  high  and  strong 
The  influence  of  thy  grace  could  see. 

3  He  could  not  breathe  an  earnest  prayer, 

But  thou  wast  kinder  than  he  dreamed, 
As  age  by  age  brought  hopes  more  fair, 
And  nearer  still  thy  kingdom  seemed. 


PHILANTHROPIC  AND  REFORMATORY.      519 

4  But  never  rose  within  his  breast 

A  trust  so  calm  and  deep  as  now ;  — 
Shall  not  the  weary  find  a  rest  ? 
Father,  Preserver,  answer  thou  ! 

5  'Tis  dark  around,  'tis  dark  above, 

But  through  the  shadow  streams  the  sun ; 
We  cannot  doubt  thy  certain  love ; 
And  man's  true  aim  shall  yet  be  won  ! 


777  S*  M*  ■M'ISS  Martinea^ 

«<£ome,  3LqvH  Sesus." 

LORD  JESUS,  come  !  for  here 
Our  path  through  wilds  is  laid ; 
"We  watch,  as  for  the  day-spring  near, 
Amid  the  breaking  shade. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  come  !  for  hosts 

Meet  on  the  battle  plain ; 
Our  holiest  hopes  seem  vainest  boasts, 
And  tears  are  shed  like  rain. 

3  Lord  Jesus,  come  !    the  slave 

Still  bears  his  heavy  chains ; 
Their  daily  bread  the  hungry  crave, 
While  teem  the  fruitful  plains. 

4  Hark  !  herald  voices  near 

Lead  on  thy  happier  day ; 
Come,  Lord,  and  our  hosannas  hear ! 
We  wait  to  strew  thy  way. 


520 


OCCASIONAL. 


778  *"  M.  J.  F.  Clarke. 

&!>e  Protestant  ISteformatfim. 

FOE  all  thy  gifts  we  praise  thee,  Lord, 
With  lifted  song  and  bended  knee ; 
But  now  our  thanks  are  chiefly  poured 
For  those  who  taught  us  to  be  free. 

2  For  when  the  soul  lay  bound  below 

A  heavy  yoke  of  forms  and  creeds, 
And  none  thy  word  of  truth  could  know, 
O'ergrown   with   tares    and   choked   with 
weeds ; 

3  The  monarch's  sword,  the  prelate's  pride, 

The  church's  curse,  the  empire's  ban, 
By  one  poor  monk  were  all  defied, 
Who  never  feared  the  face  of  man. 

4  Half-battles  were  the  words  he  said, 

Each  born  of  prayer,  baptized  in  tears ; 
And  routed  by  them,  backward  fled 
The  errors  of  a  thousand  years. 

5  With  lifted  song  and  bended  knee, 

For  all  thy  gifts  we  praise  thee,  Lord : 
But  chief  for  those  who  made  us  free, 
The  champions  of  thy  holy  word. 

779  c-  M-  Anonymous. 

J%z  maltctf)  all  SJtfnfl*  ttcto. 

ALMIGHTY  Spirit,  now  behold 
A  world  by  sin  destroyed  ! 
Creative  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void  ! 


PHILANTHROPIC   AND    REFORMATORY.       523 

2  Give  thou  the  word,  — the  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Bring  forth  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 
"What  strains  shall  angel  harps  employ, 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew  ? 


780  L-  M-  Whittier. 

©Ill  antr  Kefo. 

0     SOMETIMES  gleams  upon  our  sight, 
9  Through  present  wrong,  the  Eternal  Eight ! 
And  step  by  step,  since  time  began, 
We  see  the  steady  gain  of  man ;  — 

2  That  all  of  good  the  past  has  had 
Remains  to  make  our  own  time  glad, 
Our  common  daily  life  divine, 

And  every  land  a  Palestine. 

3  We  lack  but  open  eye  and  ear 
To  find  the  Orient's  marvels  here, 
The  still  small  voice  in  autumn's  hush, 
Yon  maple  wood  the  burning  bush. 

4  For  still  the  new  transcends  the  old, 
In  signs  and  tokens  manifold  ; 
Slaves  rise  up  men ;  the  olive  waves 
With  roots  deep  set  in  battle  graves. 


522  OCCASIONAL. 

5  Through  the  harsh  noises  of  our  day 
A  low,  sweet  prelude  finds  its  way ; 
Through  clouds  of  doubt  and  creeds  of  fear 
A  light  is  breaking,  calm  and  clear. 

6  Henceforth  my  heart  shall  sigh  no  more 
For  olden  time  and  holier  shore  ; 
God's  love  and  blessing,  then  and  there, 
Are  now,  and  here,  and  everywhere. 


781  ll&lO'sM.  Harris. 

$ast,  present,  atrtr  jFuture. 

0  EARTH !  thy  Past  is  crowned  and  con- 
secrated 
With  its   reformers,   speaking  yet,   though 
dead; 
Who  unto  strife  and  toil  and  tears  were  fated, 
Who  unto  fiery  martyrdoms  were  led 

2  O   Earth !  the   Present   too   is    crowned   with 

splendor 
By  its  reformers  battling  in  the  strife ; 
Friends  of  humanity,  stern,  strong,  and  tender, 
Making  the  world  more  hopeful  with  their  life. 

3  O  Earth  !  thy  Future  shall  be  great  and  glorious 

With  its  reformers,  toiling  in  the  van  ; 
Till  truth  and  love  shall  reign  o'er  all  victorious, 
And  earth  be  given  to  freedom  and  to  man. 


Home  atiir  <&j)tlirtfetu 


782  L.  M.  Scott, 

39omestfc  21?orst)fy. 

X^HERE'ER  the  Lord  shall  build  my  house, 

▼  T       An  altar  to  his  name  I  '11  raise ; 
There,  morn  and  evening,  shall  ascend 
The  sacrifice  of  prayer  and  praise 

2  With  duteous  mind,  the  social  band 

Shall  search  the  records  of  thy  law ; 
There  learn  thy  will,  and  humbly  bow 
With  filial  reverence  and  awe. 

3  Here  may  God  fix  his  sacred  seat, 

And  spread  the  banner  of  his  love ; 
Till  ripened  for  a  happier  state, 
We  meet  the  family  above. 


783  k.  M.      Doddridge  &  Merrick. 

jfamtlg  Woxstity. 

^O  Him  who  condescends  to  dwell 
With  men  in  their  obscurest  cell, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  raised, 
And  daily  let  his  name  be  praised. 


T 


524  HOME   AND    CHILDREN. 

2  Then  shall  the  charms  of  wedded  love 
Still  more  delightful  blessings  prove ; 
And  parents'  hearts  shall  overflow 
With  joy  that  parents  only  know. 

3  When  nature  droops,  our  aged  eyes 
Shall  see  our  children's  children  rise ; 
Till  pleased  and  thankful  we  remove, 
And  join  the  family  above. 


784  ^'s  ^  Campbell's  Coll. 

^rajer  for  GtyflHrcii. 

OD  of  mercy,  hear  our  prayer 
For  the  children  thou  hast  given ; 
Let  them  all  thy  blessings  share  — 
Grace  on  earth  and  bliss  in  heaven. 


G 


2  In  the  morning  of  their  days, 

May  their  hearts  be  drawn  to  thee  : 
Let  them  learn  to  lisp  thy  praise, 
In  their  earliest  infancy. 

3  When  we  see  their  passions  rise, 

Sinful  habits  unsubdued, 
Then  to  thee  we  lift  our  eyes, 

That  their  hearts  may  be  renewed. 

4  For  this  mercy,  Lord,  we  cry; 

Bend  thy  ever-gracious  ear ; 
While  on  thee  our  souls  rely, 

Hear  our  prayer,  —  in  mercy  hear. 


HOME    AAJL>    CHILDREN.  525 

785  7'S  M'  AN0NYM0U8. 

Sfient  S£orsfnp. 
OULD'ST  thou  in  thy  lonely  hour, 
Praises  to  the  Eternal  pour  ? 
I  will  teach  thy  soul  to  be 
Temple,  hymn,  and  harmony. 


w 


2  Sweeter  songs  than  poets  sing, 
Thou  shalt  for  thine  offering  bring ; 
Softly  murmured  hymns,  that  dwell 
In  devotion's  deepest  cell. 

3  Know  that  music's  holiest  strain 
Loves  to  linger,  loves  to  reign, 
In  that  calm  of  quiet  thought, 
Which  the  passions  trouble  not. 

4  Would'st  thou  in  thy  lonely  hour, 
Praises  to  the  Eternal  pour  ? 
Thus  thy  soul  may  learn  to  be, 
Temple,  hymn,  and  harmony. 


786  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Sidttiess  att&  Skecoberg. 
OKD,  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renewed, 
But  to  renew  thy  praise  ? 


L 


2  Thy  own  almighty  power  and  love 
Did  this  weak  frame  sustain ; 
When  life  was  hovering  o'er  the  grave, 
And  nalure  sunk  with  pain. 


526  HOME    AND    CHILDREN. 

3  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave, 

At  thy  command  I  come  ; 
Nor  would  I  urge  a  speedier  flight 
To  my  celestial  home 

4  Where  thou  appointest  mine  abode, 

There  would  I  choose  to  be ; 
For  in  thy  presence  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heaven  with  thee. 


FATHER,  we  bless  the  gentle  care 
That  watches  o'er  us  day  by  day, 
That  guards  us  from  the  tempter's  snare, 

And  guides  us  in  the  heavenward  way : 
We  bless  thee  for  the  tender  love, 

That  mingles  all  our  hearts  in  one,  — 
The  music  of  the  soul ;  —  above 
'T  is  purer  spirits'  unison. 

2  Father,  't  is  evening's  solemn  hour, 

And  cast  we  now  our  cares  on  thee ; 
Darkly  the  storm  may  round  us  lower,  — 

Peace  is  within,  —  Christ  makes  us  free ; 
And  when  life's  toil  and  joy  are  o'er, 

And  evening  gathers  on  its  sky, 
Our  circle  broke,  —  we  sing  no  more,  — 

O,  may  we  meet  and  sing  on  high. 


HOME    AND    CIILLDKEN.  527 

7gg  S.  M.  Anonymous. 

Bamesttc  Affection. 

OW  pleasing,  Lord  !  to  see, 
How  pure  is  the  delight, 
When  mutual  love,  and  love  to  thee, 
A  family  unite ! 


IT 


2  From  these  celestial  springs 

Such  streams  of  comfort  flow, 
As  no  increase  of  riches  brings, 
Nor  honors  can  bestow. 

3  No  bliss  can  equal  theirs, 

Where  such  affections  meet ; 
While  mingled  praise  and  mingled  prayers 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

4  'T  is  the  same  pleasure  fills 

The  breast  in  worlds  above ; 
There  joy  like  morning  dew  distills, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


*789  L.  M.     Songs  in  the  Night. 

33etafnetr  from  tfje  Sanctuary. 

SWEET  Sabbath  bells  !  I  love  your  voice, 
You  call  me  to  the  house  of  prayer ; 
Oft  have  you  made  my  heart  rejoice, 
When  I  have  gone  to  worship  there. 

2  But  now  a  prisoner  of  the  Lord, 
Ilis  hand  forbids,  I  cannot  go; 
Yet  may  I  here  his  love  record, 

And  here  the  sweets  of  worship  know. 


528  HOME   AND   CHILDREN, 

3  Each  place  alike  is  holy  ground, 

Where  prayer  from  humble  souls  is  poured. 
Where  praise  awakes  its  silver  sound, 
Or  God  is  silently  adored . 

4  His  sanctuary  is  the  heart,  — 

There,  with  the  contrite,  will  he  rest ; 
Lord,  come,  a  Sabbath  frame  impart, 
And  make  thy  temple  in  my  breast. 


790  C.  M.  Faber, 

<&I)fitrI)oo"&  looftftijj  to  Jesus. 

|EAR  Jesus  !  ever  at  my  side, 
How  loving  must  thou  be, 
To  leave  thy  throne  in  heaven,  to  guard 
A  little  child  like  me. 


D 


2  I  cannot  feel  thee  touch  my  hand 

With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me,  as  my  mother  did, 
When  I  was  but  a  child. 

3  But  I  have  felt  thee  in  my  thoughts, 

Fighting  with  sin  for  me ; 
And  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 
The  sweetness  is  from  thee. 

4  And  when,  dear  Saviour  !  I  kneel  down 

Morning  and  night  to  prayer, 

Something  there  is  within  my  heart, 

Which  tells  me  thou  art  there. 

5  Yes  !  when  I  pray,  thou  prayest  too,  — - 

The  prayer  is  all  for  me  : 
But  when  I  sleep,  thou  sleepest  not, 
But  watchest  patiently. 


HOME   AND   CHILDREN.  529 

rfQ\  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

LORD,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray, 
And,  O,  accept  my  prayer; 
Thou  canst  hear  all  the  words  I  say, 
For  thou  art  everywhere. 

2  A  little  sparrow  cannot  fall 

Unnoticed,  Lord,  by  thee ; 
And  though  I  am  so  young  and  small, 
Thou  dost  take  care  of  me. 

3  Teach  me  to  do  whate'er  is  right, 

And,  when  I  sin,  forgive ; 
And  make  it  still  my  chief  delight 
To  serve  thee  while  I  live. 


792  G-  M*  William  Cutter. 

"SToutftfui  2Sfcamj>le. 

WHAT  if  the  little  rain  should  say, 
So  small  a  drop  as  I 
Can  ne'er  refresh  these  thirsty  fields, 
I  '11  tarry  in  the  sky  ? 

2  What  if  a  shining  beam  of  noon 

Should  in  its  fountain  stay, 
Because  its  feeble  light  alone 
Cannot  create  a  day  ? 

3  Doth  not  each  rain-drop  help  to  form 

The  cool,  refreshing  shower, 
And  every  ray  of  light  to  warm 
And  beautify  the  flower  ? 
34 


*>30  HOME   AND   CHILDREN* 

4  Go  thou,  and  strive  to  do  thy  shaie,  — . 
One  talent  —  less  than  thine  — 
Improved  with  steady  zeal  and  care, 
Would  gain  rewards  divine. 

793  8  &  7's  M.  Anonymous. 

LORD,  a  little  band  and  lowly, 
We  are  come  to  sing  to  thee ; 
Thou  art  great,  and  high,  and  holy,  — ■ 
O,  how  solemn  should  we  be  ! 

2  Fill  our  hearts  with  thoughts  of  Jesus, 

And  of  heaven  where  he  is  gone ; 
And  let  nothing  ever  please  us 
He  would  grieve  to  look  upon. 

3  Let  our  sins  be  all  forgiven  : 

Make  us  fear  whate'er  is  wrong ; 
Lead  us  on  our  way  to  heaven, 
There  to  sing  a  nobler  song. 

794  L-  M«  PlERPONT. 

ANOTHER  day  its  course  hath  run, 
And  still,  O  God,  thy  child  is  blest, 
For  thou  hast  been  by  day  my  sun, 
And  thou  wilt  be  by  night  my  rest. 

2  Sweet  sleep  descends  my  eyes  to  close, 
And  now  when  all  the  world  is  still 
I  give  my  body  to  repose,  — 
My  spirit  to  my  Father's  will. 


HOME   AND    CHILDREN.  531 

795  l.  m. 

S!8?e  ate  but  "Xouncj. 

WE  are  but  young,  —  yet  we  may  sing 
The  praises  of  our  heavenly  King ; 
He  made  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
And  all  the  starry  worlds  on  high. 

2  We  are  but  young,  —  we  need  a  guide ; 
Jesus,  in  thee  we  would  confide ; 

O,  lead  us  in  the  path  of  truth, 
Protect  and  bless  our  helpless  youth. 

3  We  are  but  young,  —  yet  God  has  shed 
Unnumbered  blessings  on  our  head ; 
Then  let  our  youth  in  riper  days 

Be  all  devoted  to  his  praise. 

796  L-  M-  Anonymous. 

&  e^fltr's  &$mn  for  Grtirfstmas 

THOU  holy  Jesus,  kind  and  dear, 
Who  for  us  children  earnest  here, 
That  blest  and  purified  by  thee, 
God's  little  children  we  might  be. 

2  God  sent  thee  down,  a  light  divine, 
Through  all  this  darkened  world  to  shine, 
A  heavenly  child,  a  heavenly  ray, 

To  guide  us  all  the  heavenly  way. 

3  O  holy  Jesus,  kind  and  dear, 
Because  thy  birthday  now  is  near, 
For  every  child,  in  every  clime, 
It  is  a  happy,  joyful  time. 


532  HOME   AND   CHILDREN. 

4  Then  Mess  me  too,  and  from  thy  throne, 
Look  down,  Lord,  on  thy  little  one ; 
Make  thou  my  heart  all  pure  and  white, 
In  heavenly  fountains  clear  and  bright. 

5  Lord,  make  me  like  the  angels  mild, 
A  loving,  humble,  grateful  child ; 
That  thine  I  evermore  may  be, 
Thou  holy  Jesus,  grant  to  me  I 

797  0.  M.  Watts. 

gftbantaae  of  Earls  $fetg. 

WHEN  children  give  their  hearts  to  God 
'T  is  pleasing  in  his  eyes  ; 
A  flower,  when  offered  in  the  bud, 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

2  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  fears, 

To  mind  religion  young  ; 
With  joy  it  crowns  succeeding  years, 
And  renders  virtue  strong. 

3  To  thee,  Almighty  God  !  to  thee 

May  we  our  hearts  resign  ; 
*T  will  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 


79g  7  &  6's  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

Remember  t$£  Creator. 

REMEMBER  thy  Creator  " 
While  youth's  fair  spring  is  bright, 
Before  thy  cares  are  greater, 
Before  comes  age's  night ; 


HOME   AND   CHILDREN.  533 

2  While  yet  the  sun  shines  o'er  thee, 
While  stars  the  darkness  cheer, 
While  life  is  all  before  thee, 
Thy  great  Creator  fear. 

799  S.M.  Watts. 

35arlg  finsttfttctfoti. 

THE  praises  of  my  tongue 
I  offer  to  the  Lord, 
That  I  was  taught  and  learned  so  young, 
To  read  his  holy  word. 

2  Dear  Lord  !  this  book  of  thine 

Informs  me  where  to  go, 
For  grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin, 
And  make  me  holy  too. 

3  Oh  !  may  thy  Spirit  teach, 

And  make  my  heart  receive, 
Those  truths  which  all  thy  servants  preach, 
And  all  thy  saints  believe. 

4  Then  shall  I  praise  the  Lord, 

In  a  more  cheerful  strain, 
That  I  was  taught  to  read  his  word, 
And  have  not  learned  in  vain. 


800  L-  M-  PlERPONT. 

J&ovntttfl  ffl$mn  for  a  €J)ttt>. 
GOD,  I  thank  thee  that  the  night 
In  peace  and  rest  hath  passed  away, 
And  that  I  see,  in  this  fair  light, 

My  Father's  smile,  that  makes  it  day. 


o 


534  HOME  AND   CHILDREN, 

2  Be  thou  my  guide,  and  let  me  live 
As  under  thine  all-seeing  eye  ; 
Supply  my  wants,  my  sins  forgive, 
And  make  me  happy  when  I  die. 

§01  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Cfcrfst  caUfnfl  ©luttrren  to  jflffmself. 

THE  Saviour  gently  calls 
Our  children  to  his  breast ; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms ; 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  H  Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 
The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these,  — 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  Gladly  we  bring  them,  Lord, 

Devoting  them  to  thee  : 
Imploring,  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

gQ2  C.  M.  Hebeb. 

Saris  3SUlfflfoit. 

>Y  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 


B 


2  Lo,  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 
The  paths  of  peace  have  trod ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God  ! 


HOME   AND   CHILDREN".  535 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power9 
And  stormy  passion's  rage  ! 

5  O  thou,  who  giv'st  us  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death. 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own  ! 


§03  -k  M*  Anonymous. 

Stmtrag  .School  Seactjet's  ^gmn. 

WHILE  yet  the  youthful  spirit  bears 
The  image  of  its  God  within, 
And  un effaced  that  beauty  wears, 
So  soon  to  be  destroyed  by  sin : 

2  Then  is  the  time  for  faith  and  love 

To  take  in  charge  their  precious  care, 
Teach  the  young  eye  to  look  above, 

Teach  the  young  knee  to  bend  in  prayer. 

3  The  world  will  come  with  care  and  crime, 

And  tempt  too  many  a  heart  astray ; 
Still,  the  seed  sown  in  early  time 
Will  not  be  wholly  cast  away. 


536  HOME   AND   CHILDREN. 

4  The  infant  prayer,  the  infant  hymn, 

Within  the  darkened  soul  will  rise, 
When  age's  weary  eye  is  dim, 

And  the  grave's  shadow  round  us  lies, 

5  Lord  grant  our  hearts  be  so  inclined, 

Thy  work  to  seek,  thy  will  to  do ; 

And  while  we  teach  the  youthful  mind, 

Our  own  be  taught  thy  lessons  too. 


804  7's  M.  Boylston 

SLeaWnjj  Scfjool  for  CfjutcJ. 

^O  thy  temple  I  repair ; 

Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there ; 
Abba  !    Father  !    give  me  grace 
In  thy  courts  to  seek  thy  face. 


T 


2  While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue, 
While  the  prayer  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend. 

3  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  thy  name, 
While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  heart  with  humble  awe. 

4  From  thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn ; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

« '  I  iiave  walked  with  God  to-day." 


HOME   AND    CHILDREN.  537 

gQ5  P.  M.  Anon. 

Sometfjitifl  fn  SEJeaben  to  fco. 

THERE  'LL  be  something  in  heaven  for  chil- 
dren to  do  : 
None  are  idle  in  that  blessed  land, 
There'll   be  loves   for   the   heart,   there'll   bo 
thoughts  for  the  mind, 
And  employment  for  each  little  hand. 
Chorus  —  There  '11  be  something  to  do  ; 
There  '11  be  something  to  do  ; 
There  '11  be  something  for  children  to  do ; 
On  the  bright  sinning  shore, 
Where  there  's  joy  evermore, 
There  '11  be  something  for  children  to  do. 

2  There  '11  be  lessons  to  learn  of  the  wisdom  of 
God, 
As  they  wander  the  green  meadows  o'er : 
And  they  '11  have  for  their  teachers  in  that  blest 
abode, 
All  the  good  that  have  gone  there  before. 
Chorus  —  There  '11  be  something  to  do,  etc. 

%3  There  '11  be  errands  of  love  from  the  mansions 
above, 
To  the  dear  ones  that  linger  below  ; 
And  it  may  be  our  Father  the  children  will  send 

To  be  angels  of  mercy  in  woe. 
Chorus  —  There  '11  be  something  to  do,  etc. 


Closing  3^gttmg  attir  ©axotogtas, 


806  7's  M-  Newton. 

'OR.  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  then  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 


F 


2  Father,  hear  our  humble  prayer  ! 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong  ; 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain ; 
Give  us,  if  we  live,  e'er  long, 
Here  to  meet  in  peace  again. 


g07  H.  M.  Breviary. 

&  Blessing  sought  on  SSJotsfrfp. 
ERE,  gracious  God,  do  thou 
In  mercy  now  draw  nigh ; 
Accept  each  faithful  prayer, 
And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh ; 


H 


In  copious  shower, 
On  all  who  pray, 


This  holy  day, 
Thy  blessings  pour. 


CLOSING   HYMNS   AXD   DONOLOGIES.      539 

2  Here  may  we  find  from  heaven, 
The  grace  which  we  implore ; 
And  may  that  grace  once  given, 
Be  with  us  evermore,  — 
Until  that  day  To  endless  rest 

When  all  the  blest  Are  called  away. 


K! 


g08  H-  M-  E-  Turner. 

Stmnfes  at  tfje  ©lose  of  Serfafce. 
USD  Lord,  before  thy  face, 
Again  with  joy  we  bow ; 
For  ail  the  gifts  and  grace 

Thou  dost  on  us  bestow ; 
Our  tongues  would  all  thy  love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honors  of  thy  name. 

2  Here,  in  thine  earthly  house, 

Our  joyful  souls  have  met ; 
Here  paid  our  solemn  vows, 

And  felt  our  union  sweet. 
For  this  our  tongues  thy  love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Now  may  we  dwell  in  peace, 

Till  here  again  we  come ; 
And  may  our  love  increase, 

Till  thou  shalt  brino-  us  home. 
Then  shall  our  tongues  thy  love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honors  of  thy  name. 

§09  L.  M.  DODDRIDGB. 

(Efjristfatt  jfatetocll. 
HPHY  presence,  ever-living  God  ! 
X      Wide  through  all  nature  spreads  abroad ; 
Thy  watchful  eyes,  which  never  sleep, 
In  every  place  thy  children  keep. 


540        CLOSING  HYMNS   AND  DOXOLOGIES. 

2  While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  powers  sustain ; 
When  separate,  we  rejoice  to  share 
Thy  counsels  and  thy  gracious  care. 

3  To  thee  we  now  commit  our  ways, 
And  still  implore  thy  heavenly  grace ; 
Still  cause  thy  face  on  us  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine. 

4  Give  us  within  thy  house  to  raise 
Again  united  songs  of  praise ; 
Or,  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 
Give  us  to  meet  around  thy  throne. 

gJQ  L.  M.         Mrs.  Countryman, 

Close  of  tjje  Saooatf). 

ANOTHER  Sabbath,  Lord,  has  gone, 
Another  day  of  peace  and  rest : 
Swiftly  its  precious  hours  have  flown  — 
Hours  which  thy  sacred  presence  blest. 

2  The  portals  of  a  week  of  care, 

Stand  open  for  our  weary  feet ; 
Oh  !  give  us  strength  to  enter  there, 
Grant  us  thy  grace  its  toils  to  meet. 

3  May  the  pure  joys  this  day  hath  brought, 

Shed  gladness  o'er  the  coming  hours,  — 
The  cheering  truths  thy  word  hath  taught, 
Give  strength  to  all  our  faltering  powers. 

4  May  faith's  bright  angel  be  our  guide 

Across  the  stream  of  toil  and  care, 
Whose  troubled  waters  so  divide 

These  Sabbath  times  of  praise  and  prayer* 


CLOSING  HTMNS  AND   DOXOLOGIES.        541 

§  J]  C.  M.  Moses  Balloit. 

TTT^E  now  invoke  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
t  T     On  this  day's  worship  here  : 

Help  us  to  lean  upon  thy  word, 
And  find  our  comfort  there. 

2  Hallow  the  hours  that  unto  thee, 
In  faith  and  love  we  've  given ; 
And  daily  help  our  souls  to  see, 
More  of  the  bliss  of  heaven. 

812  C.  M.  Hbbeb. 

2Ef)e  Seetr  of  tf)e  Woxti. 

OGrOD,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given, 
By  whom  the  harvest  blest, 
Whose  word,  like  manna  showered  from  heaven, 
Is  planted  in  our  breast ; 

2  Preserve  it  from  the  passing  feet, 

And  plunderers  of  the  air ; 
The  sultry  sun's  intenser  heat, 
And  weeds  of  worldly  care. 

3  Though  buried  deep,  or  thinly  strewn, 

Do  thou  thy  grace  supply  : 
The  hope  in  earthly  furrows  sown, 
Shall  ripen  in  the  sky. 

813  L-  M.  H.  Ballou. 

SBismfsstoti.  , 

FROM  worship,  now,  thy  church  dismiss, 
But  not  without  thy  blessing,  Lord ; 
O,  grant  a  taste  of  heavenly  bliss, 
And  seal  instruction  from  thy  word. 


542        CLOSING  HYMNS  AND   DOXOLOGIES. 

2  Oft  may  these  pleasant  scenes  return, 
VV  hen  we  shall  meet  to  worship  thee ; 
Utt  may  our  hearts  within  us  burn, 
To  hear  thy  word,  thy  goodness  see. 

814  8  &  7's  M.  Newtox. 

©losing  Eraser. 
"1/TAY  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour, 
^▼J-     And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  holy  spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 

2  Let  us  thus  abide  in  union 

With  each  other,  and  the  Lord ; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  winch  earth  cannot  afford. 

815  8&7'sM.  Anon, 

«Ko  fn  $eace. 
f^P  in  peace  !  — serene  dismission, 
V-A    To  the  loving  heart  made  known  ; 
When  it  pours,  in  deep  contrition, 
Prayer  before  the  eternal  throne. 

2  Go  in  peace  I  thy  sins  forgiven, 

Christ  hath  healed  thee,  set  thee  free  ; 
Every  spirit-fetter  riven, 
Go  in  peace,  and  liberty  ! 

3  Saviour  !  breathe  this  benediction 

O'er  our  spirits  while  we  pray  ; 
Let  us  part  in  sweet  conviction 

Thou  hast  blessed  our  souls  to-day. 


CLOSING   HYMNS   AND   DOXOLOGIES.         543 

816  H-  M-  Eippon's  Coll. 

GLORY  to  God  on  high ; 
Forever  bless  his  name ; 
Let  earth,  and  seas,  and  sky, 
His  wondrous  love  proclaim. 
To  him  be  praise  and  glory  given 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 


817  L-  M-  Shrubsolb. 

gfaafte,  jut  on  £f)2  Strength 
RM  of  the  Lord,  awake  !    awake  ! 

Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nations  shake ; 
Now  let  the  world  adoring  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 


A1 


2  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim 
Through  every  clime,  of  every  name ; 
Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 


818  °-  M-  Anon- 

3Xtst  in  tfje  jFatfjer. 

0  WONDROUS  depth  of  grace  divine, 
My  soul  would  fain  adore  : 
Dear  Father,  let  me  call  thee  mine, 
And  I  will  ask  no  more. 

2  By  thee  in  all  things  richly  blest, 
Low  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Life,  my  Best, 
My  Father  and  my  all ! 


544        CLOSING  HYMNS  AND   DOXOLOGIE& 

819  C.  M.  Anon. 

Sun  of  3&ffltteousness. 

ETERNAL  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Display  thy  beams  divine, 
And  cause  the  glory  of  thy  face 
On  all  our  hearts  to  shine. 

2  Light  in  thy  light,  O  may  we  see, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove  ; 
Revived,  and  cheered,  and  blessed  by  thee, 
The  God  of  pardoning  love. 


820  s- M-  Watts- 

praise  to  tf>e  Name  of  tfje  3Lortr. 

THY  name,  almighty  Lord, 
Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word ; 
Thy  truth  forever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure,  — 
Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 


821  H-  M-  Anon. 

Closmjj  ?^2)mn. 
'O  thee  our  wants  are  known ; 
From  thee  are  all  our  powers ; 
Accept  what  is  thine  own, 
And  pardon  what  is  ours. 
Our  praises,  Lord,  and  prayers  receive, 
And  to  thy  word  a  blessing  give. 


T 


CLOSING   HYMNS    AND   DOXOLOGIES.         54.5 

2  O  grant  that  each  of  us 

Now  met  before  thee  here, 
May  meet  together  thus, 

When  thou  and  thine  appear 
And  follow  thee  to  heaven,  our  home: 
Even  so,  Amen — -Lord  Jesus,  come. 


822  C.  M.  Anon. 

38Uss  CKoTr  m  tfje  Sanctuary    $s.  cppjrfb. 

BLESS. God,  ye  servants  that  attend 
Upon  his  solemn  state,  — 
That  in  his  temple's  hallowed  courts 
With  humble  reverence  wait. 

2  Within  his  house  lift  up  your  hands, 
And  bless  his  holy  name  ; 
From  Zion  bless  thy  Israel,  Lord, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  didst  frame. 


823  7>a  M-  Gaskell. 

ffilor^  to  tf)e  jFat&er. 

FATHER!    glory  be  to  thee, 
Source  of  all  the  good  we  see  ! 
Glory  for  the  blessed  light, 
Rising  on  the  ancient  night ! 

2  Glory  for  the  hopes  that  come 

Streaming  through  the  dreary  tomb  ! 
Glory  for  the  counsel  given, 
Guiding  us  in  peace  to  heaven  ! 


546        CLOSING  HYMNS   AND  DOXOLOGIES. 

§24  7's  ^-  Salisbury  Coll. 

Supplication. 

GLOKIOUS  in  thy  saints  appear  ; 
Plant  thy  heavenly  kingdom  here ; 
Light  and  life  to  all  impart ; 
Shine  on  each  believing  heart ;  — 

2  And,  in  every  grace  complete, 
Make  us,  Lord,  for  glory  meet ; 
Till  we  stand  before  thy  sight, 
Partners  with  the  saints  in  light. 

g25  7's  M.  Anon. 

Bfbinc  SBlessiufl  implored. 

THANKS  for  mercies,  Lord,  receive ; 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew : 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 
With  eternity  in  view. 

2  Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young  ; 

Grant  us,  Lord,  thy  peace  and  love  ; 
And,  when  life's  short  race  is  run, 
Take  us  to  thy  house  above. 


826  c- M-  Anon- 

?8<mor  to  tuc  Sabfour. 
'O  Him  that  loved  the  souls  of  men, 
And  shed  for  us  his  blood, 
To  royal  honors  raised  our  head", 
And  made  us  priests  to  God : 


T 


2  To  Him  let  every  tongue  be  praise ; 
And  every  heart  be  love  ! 
All  grateful  honors  paid  on  earth, 
And  nobler  songs  above  ! 


CLOSING   HYMNS   AND   DOXOLOGIES.         547 

827  8  &  7's  M.  Axon. 

Stijjplicatfoti. 

GRACIOUS  Source  of  every  blessing, 
Guard  our  breast  from  anxious  fears  ; 
Let  us,  each  thy  care  possessing, 

Peaceful  reach  the  vale  of  years  ; 
All  our  hopes  on  thee  reclining, 
Peace,  companion  of  our  way, 
May  our  sun,  in  smiles  declining, 
Rise  in  everlasting  day,     • 


L 


828  8'  7'  &  4's  M*     ToPLA1>Y,s  Coll. 

Bfsmfssfoti. 

ORD  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace ; 
Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 
Oh  !  refresh  us  — 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 
May  thy  presence 

With  us  evermore  be  found. 


829  8  &  7'S  M.  BlCKERSTETH. 

SRAEL'S  Shepherd,  guide  us,  feed  us, 
Through  our  pilgrimage  below, 
And  beside  the  waters  lead  us, 
Where  thy  flock  rejoicing  go. 


r 


548 


CLOSING  HYMNS  AND   DOXOLOGIES. 

2  Lord,  thy  guardian  presence  ever, 
Meekly  kneeling,  we  implore  ; 
We  have  found  thee,  and  would  never, 
Never  wander  from  thee  more. 

830  L.  M.  Heber. 

©lose  of  Serbfce. 
r*   OED,  now  we  part,  in  thy  blest  name, 
J-^     In  which  we  here  together  came  : 
Grant  us  our  few  remaining  days 
To  work  thy  will  and  spread  thy  praise. 

2  Teach  us  in  life  and  death  to  bless 

The  Lord  our  strength  and  righteousness ; 
And  grant  us  all  to  meet  above, 
Then  shall  we  better  sing  thy  love. 

831  8  &  7's  M.  S.  F.  Adams. 

$eacc  toe  toft!)  sou. 

PART  in  peace  !  is  day  before  us  ? 
Praise  his  name  for  life  and  light ; 
Are  the  shadows  lengthening  o'er  us  ? 
Bless  his  care  who  guards  the  ni«xht. 


2  Part  in  peace  !  with  deep  thanksgiving, 

Rendering,  as  we  homeward  tread, 
Gracious  service  to  the  living. 
Tranquil  memory  to  the  dead. 

3  Part  in  peace  !  such  are  the  praises, 

God,  our  Maker,  loveth  best ; 
Such  the  worship  that  upraises 
Human  hearts  to  heavenly  rest. 


CLOSING  HYMNS   AND   DOXOLOGIES.         549 


P1 


832  8&7'sM.  Anon. 

Eraser  for  $eace. 
►EACE  of  God,  which  knows  no  measure, 
Heavenly  sunlight  of  the  soul, 
Peace  beyond  all  earthly  treasure, 

Come  and  all  our  hearts  control ! 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver  ! 

Naught  shall  make  us  then  afraid ; 
We  will  trust  in  thee  forever, 

Thou  on  whom  our  hope  is  stayed  ! 


833  0.  M.  Watts. 

tKnfbersal  praise. 
ALL  ye  nations  !  praise  the  Lord, 
Each  with  a  different  tongue ; 
In  every  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  sung. 


o 


2  His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land,  — 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad ; 
Forever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand,  — 
Praise  ye  the  faithful  God  ! 

834  7's  M.  Anon. 

Sije  jFat&er's  Care  fmploretr. 

FATHER,  hear  our  humble  prayer ! 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep,   . 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

2  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong ; 
Sanctify  each  cross  and  pain ; 
Give  us,  if  thou  wilt,  erelong 
Here  to  meet  in  peace  again. 


550        CLOSING  HYMNS  AND  DOXOLOGIES. 


835  7's  M.  Anon. 

&TI  &f)fTifis  from  ©to*. 
"OMAGE  pay  to  God  above,  — 
God,  whose  nature  all  is  love ; 
In  his  praise  your  breath  employ,  — 
Gracious  source  of  every  joy. 


H' 


2  All  our  hopes  of  life  and  heaven 
Through  thy  grace  alone  are  given ; 
Bliss  eternal,  pure,  divine,  — 
Every  gift,  O  God,  is  thine. 


G 


836  7  &  6's  M-  Wesley. 

<&oti  our  (Suartifan. 
OD  shall  bless  thy  going  out, 
Shall  bless  thy  coming  in ; 
Kindly  compass  thee  about, 

Till  thou  art  saved  from  sin  : 
Lean  upon  thy  Father's  breast ; 

'T  is  he  thy  spirit  keeps  : 
Rest  in  him,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  guardian  never  sleeps. 


837  8  &  7's  M.  C.  Kobbins. 

Close  of  tije  SaMatf). 

O  !  the  day  of  rest  declineth, 
Gather  fast  the  shades  of  night ; 
Yet  the  sun  that  ever  shineth 

Fills  our  souls  with  heavenly  light. 


L' 


While,  thine  ear  of  love  addressing, 
Thus  our  parting  hymn  wc  sing, 

Father,  with  thine  evening  blessing 
Rest  we  safe  beneath  thy  wing. 


CLOSING   HYMNS   AND   D0XOL0GIES.         551 

838  c-  M«  An°n- 

THOU  art  the  first,  and   thou  the  last, 
Time  centres  all  in  thee, 
The  Almighty  God  who  was,  and  is, 
And  evermore  shall  be. 

2  To  thee  let  every  tongue  be  praise, 
And  every  heart  be  love ; 
All  grateful  honors  paid  on  earth. 
And  nobler  songs  above. 


o 


839  6  &  7's.        Martineau's  Col. 

©losing  ^£mtt. 

THOU  great  Spirit,  who  along 

The  waters  first  didst  move 

And  straight  from  warring  chaos  sprung 

Light,  harmony,  and  love  ; 
Upon  our  waiting  spirits  brood, 

Bid  all  their  discord  cease, 
And  breathe  upon  the  troubled  soul 
Thy  last,  best  gift  of  peace. 

840  7's  M-  An°n. 

praise. 

PE  AISE  the  Lord,  —  his  glory  bless  ; 
Praise  him  in  his  holiness  ; 
Praise  him  as  the  theme  inspires ; 
Praise  him  as  his  fame  requires. 

2  Let  the  trumpet's  lofty  sound 
Spread  its  loudest  notes  around ; 
Let  the  harp  unite  in  praise 
With  the  sacred  minstrel's  lays. 


552        CLOSING  HYMNS   AND  DOXOLOGIES. 

3  Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 

God,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness  ; 
Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

841  c-  M-  Anonymous 


NOW  blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven, 
To  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne 
And  to  the  Lamb  be  given. 

842  ^-  M.  Watts. 

FKOM  all  that  dwell  below  the  slues, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

843  L.  M.  Kenn. 

PEAISE  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  1 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  him,  above,  ye  heavenly  throng  ! 
Praise  God, our  Father,  in  you. ■  song  ! 


Mi$ttllanzQU8. 


844  -^  ^m  $*  &•  Adams. 

jFor  a  @i)rfstfan  jFestfbal. 
rf^HOU  God  of  years  and  seasons  all, 
JL    Of  light,  and  peace,  and  love,  and  power ; 
Once  more  on  thy  great  name  we  call, 
In  this  our  holy  festal  hour. 

2  "We  praise  thee  for  thy  presence  here, 

For  prayer,  and  speech,  and  cheerful  song : 
For  guardian  care,  that  year  by  year 
Attends  us  all  life's  ways  along : 

3  For  what  we  hope,  and  what  we  see 

Of  human  progress  in  our  time ; 
But  gleams  of  freedom  though  they  be, 
Yet  dawning  of  its  day  sublime  ! 

4  And  since  again  apart  we  move 

In  life's  great  work,  to  us  be  given 
The  faith  that  toils  in  Christian  love, 

And  blesses  man  with  truth's  own  heaven. 


§45  L*  M-  Bryant. 

2H)e  ptotfjct's  S^mtx. 
OKD,  who  ordainest  for  mankind, 
Benignant  toils  and  tender  cares, 
We  thank  thee  for  the  ties  that  bind 
The  mother  to  the  child  she  bears. 


L' 


554  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  We  thank  thee  for  the  hopes  that  rise 

Within  her  heart,  as,  day  by  day, 
The  dawning  soul  from  those  young  eyes 
Looks  with  a  clearer,  steadier  ray. 

3  And  grateful  for  the  blessing  given, 

With  that  dear  infant  on  her  knee, 
She  strains  the  eye  to  look  to  heaven. 
The  voice  to  lisp  a  prayer  to  thee. 

4  Such  thanks  the  blessed  Mary  gave, 

When  from  her  lap  the  holy  child, 
Sent  from  above  to  seek  and  save 

The  lost  of  earth,  looked  up  and  smiled. 

5  All  Gracious  !  grant  to  those  who  bear 

A  mother's  charge  the  strength  and  li^ht, 
To  guide  the  feet  that  own  their  care 
In  wavs  of  love  and  truth  and  right. 


§46  11'sM.  (Peculiar.)  Frances  Osgood. 

"Enter  fnto  |)fs  (Gates  toftl)  £1)auftsjjfbfnflf  anO  into  ins 

Courts  toft!)  $rafse." 

APPROACH  not  the  altar 
With  gloom  in  thy  soul ; 
Nor  let  thy  feet  falter, 

From  terror's  control ! 
God  loves  not  the  sadness 

Of  fear  and  mistrust ; 
Oh,  serve  him  with  gladness  — 
The  gentle,  the  just ! 

2  His  bounty  is  tender, 
His  being  is  love, 
His  smile  fills  with  splendor, 
The  blue  arch  above. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  555 

Confiding,  believing, 

Oh !.  enter  always, 
"  His  courts  with  thanksgiving  — 

His  portals  with  praise  !  " 

3  Nor  come  to  the  temple 

With  pride  in  thy  mien  ; 
But  lowly  and  simple, 

In  courage  serene. 
Bring  meekly,  before  him, 

The  faith  of  a  child : 
Bow  down  and  adore  him, 

With  heart  undefiled. 

847  *••  M.  6 1.  Anonymous. 

Sbatutfiag  2Sbenfttfl. 

SWEET  to  the  soul  the  parting  ray, 
That  ushers  placid  evening  in, 
When  with  the  still,  expiring  day, 

The  Sabbath's  peaceful  hours  begin ; 
How  grateful  to  the  anxious  breast, 
The  sacred  hours  of  holy  rest ! 

2  Hushed  is  the  tumult  of  this  day, 

And  worldly  cares  and  business  cease ; 
While  soft  the  vesper  breezes  play, 

To  hymn  the  glad  return  of  peace. 
O  season  blest !    O  moment  given 
To  turn  the  vagrant  thoughts  to  heaven ! 

3  Oft  as  this  hallowed  hour  shall  come, 

O,  raise  my  thoughts  from  earthly  things, 
And  bear  them  to  my  heavenly  home, 

On  living  faith's  immortal  wings  — 
Till  the  last  gleam  of  life  decay, 
In  one  eternal  Sabbath  day. 


556  MISCELLANEOUS. 

848  7's  M«  Grey- 

Sabbat^  School  ?^2?mn.. 

SUPPLIANT,  lo  !  thy  children  bend, 
Father,  for  thy  blessing  now ; 
Thou  canst  teach  us,  guide,  defend,  — 
We  are  weak,  almighty  thou. 

2  With  the  peace  thy  word  imparts, 

Be  the  taught  and  teacher  blest ; 
In  their  lives  and  on  their  hearts, 
Father,  be  thy  laws  imprest. 

3  Pour  into  each  longing  mind 

Light  and  knowledge  from  above  : 
Charity  for  all  mankind  — 
Trusting  faith,  enduring  love. 


849  7'8  M-  Bowrino, 

"&!)e  3£Ucf)  atiO  $oor  meet  together." 

COME  the  rich  and  come  the  poor, 
To  the  Christian  temple  door ; 
Let  their  mingled  prayers  ascend 
To  the  universal  Friend. 

2  Here  the  rich  and  poor  may  claim 
Common  ancestry  and  name  ; 
Claim  a  common  heritage, 

In  the  gospel's  promised  page. 

3  Of  the  same  materials  wrought ; 
By  the  same  instructor  taught ; 
Walking  in  life's  common  way ; 
Tending  to  the  same  decay. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  557 

Rich  and  poor  at  last  shall  meet 
At  the  heavenly  mercy-seat ; 
Where  the  name  of  rich  and  poor 
Never  shall  be  uttered  more. 


850  L-  M-  BoWRING. 

Ssmjrtation. 

|H,  what  a  struggle  wakes  within, 
When  in  the  spirit's  solitude, 
The  tempting,  treacherous  thoughts  of  sin, 
In  all  their  lurinsr  smiles  intrude  ! 


O1 


2  'Tis  then,  my  Father  !  then  I  feel 

My  nature's  weakness,  and,  oppressed, 
Like  a  poor  trembling  child  I  steal 
To  thee,  for  safety,  and  for  rest. 

3  Beneath  thy  shadow  let  me  live  ! 

Be  thou  my  friend,  —  my  Father  be  ! 
I  bend  in  trust,  —  I  pray  !  forgive 
The  erring  child  that  flies  to  thee  ! 

851  C.  M.  S.  W.  Livermorb, 

2Tf)e  1E&cxtixn  Cjjurcijcs. 
^UR  pilgrim  brethren  dwelling  far,  — 
O  God  of  truth  and  love, 
Light  thou  their  path  with  thine  own  star, 


O' 


Bright  beamino:  from  above. 

2  Wide  as  their  mighty  rivers  flow, 
Let  thine  own  truth  extend ; 
Where  prairies  spread  and  forests  grow, 
O  Lord,  thy  gospel  send. 


558  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Then  will  a  mighty  nation  own 
A  union  firm  and  strong ;  — 
The  sceptre  of  th'  eternal  throne 
Shall  rule  its  councils  loner. 


852  8's  &  7's  M-  Pdbbpoxt. 

^untbersarg  ?$£mn. 

OD  of  mercy,  do  thou  never 
From  our  offering  turn  away, 
But  command  a  blessing  ever 
On  the  memory  of  this  day. 


G' 


2  Light  and  peace  do  thou  ordain  it ; 

O'er  it  be  no  shadow  flung, 
Let  no  deadly  darkness  stain  it, 
And  no  clouds  be  o'er  it  hung. 

3  May  the  song  this  people  raises, 

And  its  vows  to  thee  addressed, 
Mingle  with  the  prayers  and  praises, 
That  thou  hearest  from  the  blest. 

4  When  the  lips  are  cold  that  sing  thee, 

And  the  hearts  that  love  thee  dust, 
Father,  then  our  souls  shall  bring  thee 
Holier  love  and  firmer  trust. 

853  -k.  M.  Montgomery. 

©penfttjj  of  an  ©r^an. 

THE  morning  stars  in  concert  sang, 
When  God  created  heaven  and  earth  ; 
And  earth  and  heaven  with  music  rang, 
When  angels  hailed  Messiah's  birth. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  559 

2  Nor  ever5  since  his  sabbath-rest, 

When  the  great  Maker  From  the  skies, 
His  finished  works  beheld  and  bless'd, 
Have  songs  of  glory  ceased  to  rise, 

3  Where  two  or  three  in  union  meet, 

Or  thousands  throng  the  house  of  prayer, 
Heart-melodies,  thanksgivings  sweet, 
And  faithful  vows,  are  offered  there. 

4  Now,  with  all  instruments  in  one, 

All  spirits  tuned  to  one  accord, 
Our  prayer  be  this,  "  Thy  will  be  done ;" 
And  this  our  anthem,  "  Praise  the  Lord  \n 


N 


854  C.  M.  L.  H.  SlGOURNBY. 

^TOT  for  the  summer's  hour  alone, 
When  skies  resplendent  shine, 
And  youth  and  pleasure  fill  the  throne, 
Our  hearts  and  hands  we  join ; 

2  But  for  those  stern  and  wintry  days 
Of  sorrow,  pain,  and  fear, 

When  Heaven's  wise  discipline  doth  make 
Our  earthly  journey  drear ;  — 

3  Not  for  this  span  of  life  alone, 
Which  like  a  blast  doth  fly, 

And  as  the  transient  flowers  of  grass 
Just  blossom,  droop,  and  die ;  — 

4  But  for  a  being  without  end 
This  vow  of  love  we  take ; 

Grant  us,  O  God,  one  home  at  last, 
For  thy  great  mercy's  sake. 


560  MISCELLANEOUS. 

855  8  &  7's  M.  Awow. 
€all  of  tfre  &jje. 

"\\7~E  are  living,  we  are  dwelling 
"     In  a  grand  and  awful  time ; 
In  an  age  on  ages  telling, 
To  be  living  is  sublime. 

2  Will  ye  play,  then,  will  ye  dally 
With  your  music  and  your  wine  ? 
Up  !  it  is  the  Almighty's  rally  ! 

God's  own  arm  hath  need  of  thine  I 

856  6  &  10fs  M.  Bryant. 
Cfo*  fn  t&e  €ft£. 


N. 


OT  in  the  solitude 
Alone  may  man  commune  with  heaven,  or  see 

Only  in  savage  wood 
And  sunny  vale  the  present  Deity ; 

Or  only  hear  his  voice 
Where  the  winds  whisper  and  the  waves  rejoice. 

2  Even  here  do  I  behold 

Thy  steps,  Almighty,  here,  amidst  the  crowd, 
Through  the  great  city  rolled, 

With  everlasting  murmur  deep  and  loud,  — 
Choking  the  ways  that  wind 

'Mongst  the  proud  piles,  the  work  of  human  kind. 

3  And  when  the  hours  of  rest 
Come,  like  a  calm  upon  the  mid-sea  brine, 

Hushing  its  billowy  breast ; 
The  quiet  of  that  moment  too  is  thine  ; 

It  breathes  of  Him  who  keeps 
The  vast  and  helpless  city  while  it  sleeps. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  561 

g£)7  6's  M.  Luther. 

8Tf)e  39eatif)  of  ffiuvtyvx. 

FLUNG  to  the  heedless  winds, 
Or  on  the  waters  cast, 
Their  ashes  shall  be  watched, 
And  gathered  at  the  last : 
And  from  that  scattered  dust, 

Around  us  and  abroad, 
Shall  spring  a  plenteous  seed 
Of  witnesses  for  God. 

2  The  Father  hath  received 

Their  latest  living  breath ; 
Yet  vain  is  Satan's  boast 

Of  victory  in  their  death : 
Still,  still,  though  dead,  they  speak, 

And  trumpet-tongued  proclaim 
To  many  a  wakening  land 

The  one  availing  name. 


ggg  10  &  6's  M.  Breviary. 

<©f  matig  iftattgrs. 

SING  we  the  peerless  deeds  of  martyred  saints, 
Their  glorious  merits  and  their  portion  blest ; 
Of  all  the  conquerors  the  world  has  seen, 
The  greatest  and  the  best. 

2  They  trod  beneath  them  every  threat  of  man, 
And  came  victorious  all  torments  through ; 
The  iron  hooks  that  piecemeal  tore  their  flesh, 
Could  not  their  souls  subdue. 


502  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  What  tongue  those  joys,  O  Jesus,  can  disclose, 
Which  for  thy  martyred  saints  thou  dost  pre- 
pare ! 
Happy  who  in  thy  pains,  thrice  happy  those 
"Who  in  thy  glory  share  ! 


TV 


§59  i    S  M.  SCHENCK. 

&ll  Saints  Ban. 
^HO  are  those  before  God's  throne, 
What  the  crowned  host  I  see  ? 
As  the  sky  with  stars  thick  strown 

Is  their  shining  company  : 
Hallelujahs,  hark  !  they  sing  ; 
Solemn  praise  to  God  they  bring. 

"Who  are  those  arrayed  in  light, 
Clothed  in  righteousness  divine, 

Wearing  robes  most  pure  and  white, 
That  unstained  shall  ever  shine, 

That  can  nevermore  decay  ?  — 

Whence  came  all  this  bright  array? 

They  are  those  who  much  have  borne, 

Trial,  sorrow,  pain,  and  care ; 
Who  have  wrestled  night  and  morn 

With  the  mighty  God  in  prayer ; 
Now  their  strife  hath  found  its  close ; 

God  hath  turned  away  their  woes. 

They  are  those  who  hourly  here 

Served  as  priests  before  their  Lord, 

Offering  up  with  gladsome  cheer 
Soul  and  body  at  his  word ; 

Now  within  the  holy  place, 
They  behold  him  face  to  face. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  563 

ggO  8'sM.  Bede. 

^gmti  of  JSJartgrs. 

HYMN  of  martyrs  let  us  sing, 
The  Innocents  remembering, 
Of  whom  in  tears  was  earth  bereaved, 
But  heaven  with  songs  of  joy  received ; 


A. 


2  Whose  angels  through  eternity 

The  heavenly  Father's  face  shall  see, 
And  to  his  grace  their  praises  bring,  — 
A  hymn  of  martyrs  let  us  sing. 


Opl  CM.  Ancient  Hymn. 

Sfje  Nofcle  &rmg  of  i&artgrs. 

THE  triumphs  of  the  martyred  saints 
The  joyous  lay  demand ; 
The  heart  delights  in  song  .to  dwell 

On  that  victorious  band,  — 
Those  whom  the  senseless  world  abhorred, 

Who  cast  the  world  aside, 
Deeming  it  worthless,  for  the  sake 
Of  Christ,  their  Lord  and  guide. 

2  For  him  they  braved  the  tyrant's  rage, 

The  scourge's  cruel  smart ; 
The  wild  beast's  fang  their  bodies  tore, 

But  vanquished  not  the  heart ; 
Like  lambs  before  the  sword  they  fell, 

Nor  cry  nor  plaint  expressed ; 
For  patience  kept  the  conscious  mind, 

And  armed  the  fearless  breast. 


564  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  What  tongue  can  tell  the  crown  prepared 

The  martyr's  brow  to  grace  ? 
His  shining  robe,  his  joys  unknown, 

Before  thy  glorious  face  ? 
Vouchsafe  us,  Lord,  if  such  thy  will, 

Clear  skies  and  seasons  calm  ; 
If  not  the  martyr's  cross  to  bear, 

And  win  the  martyr's  palm. 

862  8's  &  4's  M.  Whittieb. 

Eraser. 

STRONG,  up  welling  prayers  of  faith, 
From  inmost  founts  of  life  ye  start,  — 
The  spirit's  pulse,  the  vital  breath 
Of  soul  and  heart ! 


o 


2  Ye  brook  no  forced  and  measured  tasks, 

Nor  weary  rote,  nor  formal  chains  ; 
The  simple  heart,  that  freely  asks 
In  love,  obtains. 

3  For  man  the  living  temple  is, 

The  mercy-seat  and  cherubim, 
And  all  the  holy  mysteries 
He  bears  with  him. 

4  And  most  avails  the  prayer  of  love, 

Which,  wordless,  shapes  itself  in  deeds, 
And  wearies  heaven  for  naught  above 
Our  common  needs  ;  — - 

5  Which  brings  to  God's  all  perfect  will 

That  trust  of  his  undoubting  child, 
Whereby  all  seeming  good  and  ill 
Are  reconciled  ;  — - 


MISCELLANEOUS.  565 

6  And  seeking  not  for  special  signs 
Of  favor,  is  content  to  fall 
Within  the  providence  which  shines 
And  rains  on  all. 

gg3  11  &  10's  M.  Anonymous. 

Spiritual  38lesstn3». 

ALMIGHTY  Father !    thou  hast  many  a 
blessing 
In  store  for  every  erring  child  of  thine ; 
For  this  I  pray,  —  Let  me,  thy  grace  possessing, 
Seek  to  be  guided  by  thy  will  divine. 

2  Not  for  earth's  treasures,  for  her  joys  the  dearest, 

Would  I  my  supplications  raise  to  thee  ; 
Not  for  the  hopes  that  to  my  heart  are  nearest, 
But  only  that  I  give  that  heart  to  thee. 

3  I  pray  that  thou  wouldst  guide  and  guard  me 

ever ; 
Cleanse,  by  thy  power,  from  every  stain  of  sin; 
I  will  thy  blessing  ask  on  each  endeavor, 

And  thus  thy  promised  peace  my  soul  shall 

win. 

gg4  10's  &  ll's  M.       Episcopal  Coll. 

SHOUT  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing  ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  king  ! 
Zion,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 

The  Son  of  the  highest,  how  lowly  his  birth  ! 
The  highest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 

He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon  earth. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 


5(16  MISCELLANEOUS, 

2  Tell  how  he  cometh ;  from  nation  to  nation  9 

The  heart  cheering  news,  let  the  earth  echo 

round ; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation, 
How  his  people   with  joy  everlasting  are 

crowned. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing. 

And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise  ; 
Ye  angels  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing ; 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and 

the  skies. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

gg5  L.  M.  W.  M.  Fernald, 

&!>e  Soul's  Emperfs&afcle  V&Qxk, 

ETERNAL  God,  thy  work  alone, 
In  souls  regenerate  and  sublime, 
Securely  stands,  to  change  unknown, 
And  scorns  the  ravages  of  time. 

2  Work  we  on  marble?  Slow,  but  sure, 

Its  crumbling  statues  turn  to  dust ; 
Pale  phantoms  that  awhile  endure, 
To  tell  how  fleet  is  mortal  trust. 

3  Work  we  in  brass  ?  How  soon  shall  time 

Its  proudest  monuments  efface, 
And  every  tender,  hallowed  line, 

And  form  and  feature,  quit  their  place  ! 

4  Or  do  we  stately  temples  rear  ? 

Behold  1  their  strongest  pillars  yield, 
And  walls  and  arches  disappear, 
Foredoomed  to  fall,  for  ruin  sealed. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  5G7 

5  But  when  we  work  upon  the  mind, 

Its  tablets  grave,  its  sculpture  hew, 
And,  sacred  virtue  there  enshrined, 
We  bring  the  graces  all  to  view,  — 

6  T  is  then  such  images  we  rear 

As  time  and  change  may  e'er  defy : 
Life,  beauty,  joy,  —  all  there  appear, 
And  brighten  to  eternity  ! 


ggg  L.  M.  W.  M.  Fernalb. 

Spiritual  3LIU  com^aretr  to  a  <Sea.    $s.  cbfi.  23-30. 

EVER  swaying,  conscious  soul ! 
What  tidal  mysteries  are  these 
That  through  my  inmost  being  roll, 
As  borne  upon  the  heaving  seas  ? 


o, 


2  From  wave  to  wave,  from  land  to  land, 

Of  this  vast  inner  world  I'  m  tost ; 
And  now  on  heavenly  heights  I  stand, 
And  now  in  dreadful  deeps  am  lost. 

3  O  thou,  who  calm'st  the  outward  strife 

Of  stormy  seas  !  move  now  thy  will, 
And,  in  the  realm  of  spirit  life, 

Say  to  its  ragings,  "Peace,  be  still ! " 

4  Peace  !  —  and  a  sacred  calm  shall  flow 

O'er  all  my  passions,  Lord,  from  thee  ; 
While  gentle  gales  shall  sweetly  blow, 
And  waft  me  to  eternity. 


508  MISCELLANEOUS. 

§g7  L.  M.  Eoscob. 

JTIjc  Solace  of  iFaftft. 

\\~~TIEX  human  hopes  and  joys  depart, 

I  give  thee.  Lord,  a  contrite  heart; 
And  on  iny  weary  spirit  steal 
The  thoughts  that  pass  all  earthly  weal. 

2  I  cast  above  my  tearful  eyes, 
And  muse  upon  the  starry  skies  ; 
And  think  that  He  who  governs  there 
Still  keeps  me  in  his  guardian  care, 

3  I  gaze  upon  the  opening  flovs-er, 

Just  moistened  with  the  evening  shower ; 
And  bless  the  love  which  made  it  bloom, 
To  chase  awav  mv  transient  odoom. 


D 


4  I  think  whene'er  this  mortal  frarne 
Returns  again  to  whence  it  came, 
My  soul  shall  wing  its  happy  flight 
To  regions  of  eternal  light. 


SI  ^election  af  psalms. 

"FROM  THE  PSALMS   OF   DAVID. 
ADAPTED  TO  APPBOPBLiTE  tfUSICDf  "THE  1EEL0DIA  SlCPA  ■ 


PSALM  XIX.    PAET  I.  -  C.  M. 

®$e  Sgeafcens  "Declare  tije  GUxv  of  SfoS. 

THE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

Which  that  alone  can  fill ; 
The  firmament  and  stars  express 

Their  great  Creator's  skill. 

2  The  dawn  of  -each  returning  day 

Fresh  beams  of  knowledge  brings ; 
And  from  the  dark  returns  of  night 
Divine  instruction  springs . 

3  Their  powerful  language  to  no  realm 

Or  region  is  confined ; 
Tis  nature's  voice,  and  understood 
Alike  by  all  mankind. 

PSALM  xxm.    c.  M. 
Glcrfa  $atrf. 

THE  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord, 

Vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide ; 
The  Shepherd  by  whose  constant  care 

My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  In  tender  grass  he  makes  me  feed, 

And  gently  there  repose  ; 
Then  leads  me  to  cool  shades,  and  where 
Kefreshing  water  flows. 

3  Since  God  doth  thus  his  wondrous  love 

Through  all  my  life  extend, 
That  life  to  him  I  will  devote,, 
And  in  his  temple  spend. 


570  METRICAL    PSALMS. 

PSALM  XXTX.    L.  M. 

^rafee  ttjc  2.or&  fn  ?9fs  tEempte. 

YE  that  in  might  and  power  excel, 
Your  grateful  sacrifice  prepare  ; 

God's  glorious  actions  loudly  tell, 
His  wondrous  power  to  all  declare. 

2  To  his  great  name  fresh  altars  raise ; 
Devoutly  due  respect  afford ; 
Ilim  in  his  holy  temple  praise, 

Where  he  *s  with  solemn  state  adored. 

S  God  rules  the  angry  floods  on  high  ; 

His  boundless  sway  shall  never  cease ; 
His  saints  with  strength  he  will  supply, 
And  bless  his  own  with  constant  peace. 


PSAL3I     XXXIII.     CM. 

•prafse  tfce  Sort  for  ?gfs  GooTmess. 

LET  all  the  just  to  God,  with  joy, 

Their  cheerful  voices  raise  ; 
For  well  the  righteous  it  becomes 

To  sing  glad  songs  of  praise. 

2  Let  harps,  and  psalteries,  and  lutes, 

In  joyful  concert  meet ; 
And  new-made  songs  of  great  applause 
The  harmony  complete. 

3  For  faithful  is  the  word  of  God ; 

His  works  with  truth  abound; 

He  justice  loves  ;  and  all  the  earth 

Is  with  his  goodness  crown'd. 


PSALiI  XXXIV.    CM. 

Gloria  £atrf. 

THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 


METRICAL   TSALMS.  571 


2  O.  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  bis  name : 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  call'd, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

3  0, make  but  trial  of  his  love, 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  they  are,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

4  Fear  him,  ye  saints  :  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear: 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight; 
Your  wants  shall  be  his  care. 


PSALM     XLI.    CM. 

HAPPY  the  man  whose  tender  care 

Relieves  the  poor  distress'd ! 
When  troubles  compass  him  around, 

The  Lord  shall  give  him  rest. 

2  The  Lord  his  life,  with  blessings  crown'd 

In  safety  shall  prolong  ; 
And  disappoint  the  will  of  those 
Who  seek  to  do  him  wrong. 

3  If  he,  in  languishing  estate, 

Oppress'd  with  sickness  lie  ; 
The  Lord  will  easy  make  his  bed, 
And  inward  strength   supply. 

PSALM    XLV.    CM. 

(Gofc  our  2&  mtj. 

WHILE  I  the  King's  loud  praise  rehearse, 

Indited  by  my  heart, 
My  tongue  is  like  the  pen  of  him 

That  writes  with  ready  art. 

2  How  matchless  is  thy  form,  O  King ! 
Thy  mouth  with  grace  o'ernows  ; 
Because  fresh  blessings  God  on  thee 
Eternally  bestows. 


572 


METRICAL   PSALMS. 

3  Gird  on  thy  sword,  most  mighty  Prince* 

And  clad  in  rich  array, 
With  glorious  ornaments  of  power, 
Majestic  pomp  display. 

4  Ride  on  in  state,  and  still  protect 

The  meek,  the  just,  and  true ; 
Whilst  thy  right  hand,  with  swift  revenge, 
Does  all  thy  foes  pursue. 

5  But  thy  firm  throne,  O  God,  is  fix'd 

Forever  to  endure  ; 
Thy  sceptre's  sway  shall  always  last, 
By  righteous  laws  secure. 

6  Whilst  this  my  song  to  future  times 

Transmits  thy  glorious  name, 
And  makes  the  world  with  one  consent 
Thy  lasting  praise  proclaim. 

PSALM    XLYr.     8'a  M. 
©otr  our  Refuse. 
GOD  is  our  refuge  in  distress, 
A  present  help  when  dangers  press, 
-In  him  undaunted  we  '11  confide  ; 
Though  earth  were  from  her  centre  tost, 
And  mountains  in  the  ocean  lost, 
Torn  piecemeal  by  the  roaring  tide. 

2  A  gentler  stream  with  gladness  still 
The  city  of  our  Lord  shall  fill, 

The  royal  seat  of  God  most  high : 
God  dwells  in  Zion,  whose  fair  towers 
Shall  mock  th'  assaults  of  earthly  powert, 

While  his  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

PSALM  XL VIII.    C.  M* 
&!)£    ILotfJ    ffi    GtitAl. 

THE  Lord,  the  only  God,  is  great, 

And  greatly  to  be  praised 
In  Zion,  on  whose  happy  mount 

His  sacred  throne  is  raised. 


METRICAL    PSALMS.  573 

2  In  Zion  we  have  seen  perform'd 

A  work  that  was  foretold, 
In  pledge  that  God,  for  times  to  come, 
His  city  will  uphold. 

3  Let  Zion's  mount  with  joy  resound 

Her  daughters  all  be  taught 
In  songs  his  judgment  to  extol 
Who  this  dehVranee  wrought. 

4  This  God  is  ours,  and  will  be  ours 

Whilst  we  in  him  confide  ; 
Who,  as  he  has  preserved  us  now, 
Till  death  will  be  our  guide. 


PSAL3I  LVII.     L.  M. 

$ox  Haster. 

THY  mercy,  Lord,  to  me  extend, 
On  thy  protection  I  depend. 
And  to  thy  wings  for  shelter  haste 
Until  this  raging  storm  be  past. 

2  To  thy  tribunal,  Lord,  I  fly, 

Thou  sovereign  Judge  and  God  most  high, 
Who  wonders  hast  for  me  begun, 
And  will  not  leave  thy  work  undone. 

3  O  God,  my  heart  is  fixxl,  't  is  bent, 
Its  thankful  tribute  to  present ; 
And,  with  my  heart,  my  voice  I  '11 
To  thee,  my  God,  in  songs  of  praise 

4  Awake,  my  glory ;  harp  and  lute, 
No  longer  let  your  strings  be  mute : 
And  I,  my  tuneful  part  to  take, 
Will  with  the  early  dawn  awake. 

5  Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high : 
And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  display'd, 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there  obey'd. 


574  METRICAL    PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXVL    PART  I.    C.  M. 

Barn  est  $rafse. 
LET  all  the  lands,  with  shouts  of  joy, 

To  God  their  voices  raise  : 
Sing  psalms  in  honor  of  his  name, 

And  spread  his  glorious  praise. 

2  Through  all  the  earth,  the  nations  round 

Shall  thee,  their  God,  confess  ; 
And  with  glad  hymns,  their  awful  dread 
Of  thy  great  name  express. 

3  0,come!    behold  the  works  of  God, 

And  then  with  me  you  '11  own 
That  he  to  all  the  sons  of  men 
Has  wondrous  judgment  shown. 

4  O  all  ye  nations,  bless  our  God, 

And  loudly  speak  his  praise  ; 
Who  keeps  our  souls  alive,  and  still 
Confirms  our  steadfast  ways. 

PSALM  LXVII.    S.  M. 

Ma  Gflor#  sijall  be  matte  fcnoton  fn  all  t&e  SSartfc. 

TO  bless  thy  chosen  race, 

In  mercy,  Lord,  incline  ; 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face 

On  all  thy  saints  to  shine  : 

2  That  so  thy  wondrous  way 

May  through  the  world  be  known ; 
While  distant' lands  their  tribute  pay 
And  thy  salvation  own. 

3  0,let  them  shout  and  sing, 

With  joy  and  pious  mirth  ; 
For  thou,  the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 
Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

4  Then  shall  the  teeming  ground, 

A  large  increase  disclose, 
And  we  with  plenty  shall  be  crowned, 
Which  God, our  God,bestows. 


METRICAL   PSALMS.  f»75 

5  Then  God  upon  our  land 

Shall  constant  blessings  shower ; 
And  all  the  world  in  awe  shall  stand 
Of  his  resistless  power. 

PSALM  LXXIV.    C.  M. 

33le»setr  are  ttjeg  tofjo  toorsfjfp  fu  Ins  STrrnplt* 

O  GOD  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord, 

How  lovely  is  the  place 
Where  thou,  enthroned  in  glory,  show'st 

The  brightness  of  thy  face  ! 

2  My  longing  soul  faints  with  desire 

To  view  thy  blest  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  and  flesh  cry  out 
For  thee,  the  living  God.  . 

3  O  Lord  of  hosts,  ray  King  and  God, 

How  highly  bless'd  are  they, 

Who  in  thy  temple  always  dwell, 

And  there  thy  praise  display  ! 

4  Thrice  happy  they,  whose  choice  has  the® 

Their  sure  protection  made, 
Who  long  to  tread  the  sacred  ways 
That  to  thy  dwelling  lead  ! 

PSALM  XCL    PART  11.  2.     8s  M. 

(Sotr  our  (Suarufatx, 

HE  that  has  God  his  guardian  made 
Shall  under  the  Almighty's  shade 

Secure  and  undisturb'd  abide  ; 
Thus  to  my  soul  of  him  I  '11  say, 
He  is  my  fortress  and  my  stay, 

My  God  in  whom  I  will  confide, 

2  His  tender  love  and  watchful  care 
Shall  free  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare, 

And  from  the  noisome  pestilence; 
He  over  thee  his  wings  shall  spread, 
And  cover  thy  unguarded  head  ; 

His  truth  shall  be  thy  strong  defence. 


576  METRICAL   PSALMS. 

PSALM  XCII.    O.  M. 
3$lornfn(j  avto  Sbenfng  #rafie. 

HOW  good  and  pleasant  must  it  be 
To  thank  the  Lord  most  high ; 

And  with  repeated  hymns  of  praise 
His  name  to  magnify ! 

2  With  every  morning's  early  dawn 

His  goodness  to  relate ; 
And  of  his  constant  truth,  each  night, 
The  glad  effects  repeat ! 

3  To  ten-string"d  instruments  we  '11  sing, 

With  tuneful  psalteries  join'd; 
And  to  the  harp,  with  solemn  sounds* 
For  sacred  use  design'd. 

PSALM  XCIII.    L.  M. 

mm  ®iora>  m<ca. 

WITH  glory  clad,  with  strength  array'd 
The  Lord  that  o'er  all  nature  reigns, 

The  world's  foundation  strongly  laid, 
And  the  vast  fabric  still  sustains. 

2  How  surely  stablislfd  is  thy  throne  ? 

Which  shall  no  change  or  period  see ; 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  and  thou  alone, 
Art  God  from  all  eternity. 

3  The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 

And  toss  the  troubled  waves  on  high; 
But  God  above  can  still  their  noise, 
And  make  the  angry  sea  comply. 

4  Thy  promise,  Lord,  is  ever  sure, 

And  they  that  in  thy  house  would  dwell, 
That  happy  station  to  secure, 
Must  still  in  holiness  excel. 

PSALM  XCV.    L.  M. 

©ur  3£ocfc  anfc  our  Salbatfon. 

O  COME,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King : 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  rock  wc  .praise. 


METRICAL  PSALMS,  577 

2  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste, 
To  thank  him  for  his  favors  past ; 
To  him  address,  in  joyful  songs, 
The  praise  that  to  his  name  belongs ; 

3  O,  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there  : 
Down  on  our  knees  devoutly  all 
Before  the  Lord,  our  Maker,  fall. 

PSALM  XCYI.    8's  M. 

St  Song  of  3Jrafse. 

SING  to  the  Lord  a  new-made  song ; 
Let  earth  in  one  assembled  throng, 

Her  common  patron's  praise  resound; 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  and  bless  his  name, 
From  day  to  day,  his  praise  proclaim, 

Who  us  has  with  salvation  crown'd, 
To  heath 3ii  lands  his  fame  rehearse, 
His  wonders  to  the  universe. 

Proclaim  aloud  Jehovah  reigns, 
Whose  power  the  universe  sustains, 

And  banish1  d  justice  will  restore  : 
Let  therefore  heaven  new  joys  confes3, 
And  heavenly  mirth  let  earth  express, 

Its  loud  applause  the  ocean  roar 
Its  mute  inhabitants  rejoice, 
And  for  this  triumph  find  a  voice. 


PSALM  CV1.    L.  M. 

?^fs  £HeTC£  zxtiJuxzty  j?orcbet« 

O,  RENDER  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 

Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 
Has  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless  ? 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ? 


5  78  METRICAL   PSALMS. 

3  0,may  I  worthy  prove  to  see 

Thy  saints  in  full  prosperity, 
That  I  the  joyful  choir  may  join, 

And  count  thy  people's  triumph  mine. 

4  Let  Israel's  God  be  ever  bless'd, 

His  name  eternally  confess'd ; 
Let  all  his  saints,  with  full  accord, 
Sing  loud  Aniens,  — praise  ye  the  Lord. 


PSALM  CVII.    C.  M. 

WITH  cheerful  notes  let  all  the  earth 
To  heaven  their  voices  raise  ; 

Let  all,  inspired  with  godly  mirth, 
Sing  solemn  hymns  of  praise. 

2  God's  tender  mercy  knows  no  bound 

His  truth  shall  ne'er  decay; 
Then  let  the  willing  nations  round 
Their  grateful  tribute  pay. 

3  Then  open  wide  the  temple  gates 

To  which  the  just  repair, 
That  I  may  enter  in,  and  praise 
My  great  Deliv'rer  there. 

4  Within  those  gates  of  God's  abode 

To  which  the  righteous  press, 
Since  thou  hast  heard  and  set  me  safe, 
Thy  holy  name  I'  11  bless. 

5  That  which  the  builders  once  refused 

Is  now  the  corner-stone  : 
This  is  the  wondrous  work  of  God, 
The  work  of  God  alone. 

6  This  day  is  God's,  let  all  the  land 

Exalt  their  cheerful  voice  : 
Lord,  we  beseech  thee,  save  us  now 
And  make  us  still  rejoice. 


METRICAL   PSALMS.  579 

PSALM  CXXII.    C.  M. 

Sojful  praise  In  tf)e  SorO's  (JFemple. 

O,  'T  WAS  a  joyful  sound,  to  hear 

Our  tribes  devoutly  say, 
Up,  Israel,  to  the  temple  haste, 

And  keep  your  festal  day  ! 

2  At  Salem's  courts  we  must  appear, 

With  our  assembled  powers, 
In  strong  and  beauteous  order  ranged 
Like  her  united  towers. 

3  'T  is  thither,  by  divine  command, 

The  tribes  of  God  repair, 
Before  his  ark  to  celebrate 

His  name  with  praise  and  prayer. 

4  But  most  of  all  1 11  seek  thy  good, 

And  ever  wish  thee  well, 
For  Zion  and  the  temple's  sake, 
Where  God  vouchsafes  to  dwell. 

PSALM  CXXXIII.     C.  M. 

aSrotijcrtg  3Labe. 

HOW  vast  must  their  advantage  be, 

How  great  their  pleasure  prove, 
Who  live  like  brethren,  and  consent 

In  offices  of  love  ! 

2  True  love  is  like  the  precious  oil, 

Which. pour'd  on  Aaron's  head, 
B,an  down  his  beard,  and  o'er  his  robe* 
Its  costly  fragrance  shed. 

3  'Tis  like  refreshing  dew,  which  does 

On  Hermon's  top  distil ; 
Or  like  the  early  drops,  that  fall 
On  Zion's  favor'd  hill. 

4  For  Zion  is  the  chosen  seat 

Where  the  Almighty  King 
The  promised  blessing  has  ordain'd, 
And  life's  eternal  spring. 


580  METRICAL    PSALMS. 

PSAlJf   CXXXTI.     H.  M. 

Cfcc  2Lobe  of  €£o"5. 

TO  God,  the  mighty  Lord, 

Your  joyful  thanks  repeat; 
To  him  due  praise  afford, 
As  good  as  he  is  great. 
For  God  does  prove 

Our  constant  friend ; 
H:~  boundless  love 
Shall  never  end. 

2  By  his  almighty  hand 

Amazing  -works  are  wrought ; 
The  heavens  by  his  command 
r  3  to  perfection  brought. 
For  God,  etc. 

3  By  him  the  heavens  display 

Their  numerous  hosts  of  light. 
The  sun  to  rule  by  day, 

The  moon  and  stars  by  night. 
For  God,  etc. 

•4  He  does  the  food  supply 

On  which  all  creatures  live : 
To  God,  who  reigns  on  high, 
Eternal  praises  give. 
For  God  will  prove 

Our  constant  friend ; 
Ei-  boundless  love 
11  never  end. 


psalm  cxLvrr.     c.  ir. 
21  $salm  of  #rafse. 

O,  PRAISE  the  Lord  with  hymns  of  joy, 

And  celebrate  his  fame  ; 
F  r  [  I  I,  and  comely  't  is 

To  praise  his  holy  name. 

2  To  God,  the  Lord,  a  hymn  of  praise 
With  grateful  voices  sing ; 
To  songs  of  triumph  tune  the  harp, 

And  strike  each  warbling  string. 


METRICAL  PSALMS.  581 

3  He  covers  heaven  with  clouds,  and  thence 

Refreshing  rain  bestows, 
And  on  the  mountains  through  his  care, 
The  grass  in  plenty  grows. 

4  Let  Zion  and  Jerusalem 

To  God  their  praise  address  ; 
Whose  strength  secures  their  lasting  gates 
Who  does  their  children  bless. 


PSALM  CXLVI1I.     H.  31. 

23mbcTsnl  praise. 

YE  boundless  realms  of  joy, 
Exait  your  Maker's  fame  ; 
Hi--  praise  your  song  employ 
Above  the  starry  frame  : 
Your  voices  raise, 

Ye  Cherubim 
And  Seraphim. 
To  sing  his  praise. 

2  Thou  moon,  that  rul'st  the  night. 

And  sun,  that  guid'st  the  day. 
Ye  glittering  stars  of  light, 
To  him  your  homage  pay  : 
His  praise  declare. 

Ye  heavens  above, 
And  clouds  that  move 
In  liquid  air. 

3  Let  them  adore  the  Lord, 

And  praise  his  holy  name, 
By  whose  almighty  word 

Thev  all  from  nothing  came  ; 
And  all  shall  last 

From  changes  free ; 
His  firm  decree 
Stands  ever  fast. 


582  METRICAL  PSALMS. 

4  United  zeal  be  shown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raise, 
Whose  glorious  name  alone 
Deserves  our  endless  praise. 
Earth's  utmost  ends 
His  power  obey ; 
His  glorious  sway 
The  sky  transcends. 


PSALM  CL.     L.  M. 

$rafse  JUlm  for  J%\%  (Goodness. 

O,  PRAISE  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place 
From  whence  his  goodness  largely  ilows ; 

Praise  him  in  heaven,  where  he  his  face, 
Unveil'd  in  perfect  glory,  shows. 

2  -Praise  him  for  all  the  mighty  acts 
Which  he  in  our  behalf  has  done ; 
His  kindness  this  return  exacts, 

With  which  our  praise  should  equal  run. 

8  Let  the  shrill  trumpet's  warlike  voice 

Make  rocks  and  hills  his  praise  rebound. 
Praise  him  with  harp's  melodious  noise 
And  gentle  psaltery's  silver  sound. 

4  Let  them  Who  joyful  hymns  compose, 
To  cymbals  set  their  songs  of  praise ; 
To  well- tuned  cymbals,  and  to  those 
That  loudly  sound  on  solemn  days. 


GENERAL  INDEX. 


HYMNS. 

I.  SABBATH  WORSHIP. 

Invocation From    lto  10 

The  Sabbath "      Uto  27 

The  Sanctuary "      28  to  39 

Worship  and  Praise "      40  to  77 

Vespers "      78fc>118 

II.  GOD. 

His  Perfections  and  Attributes From  119  to  174 

His  Providence "     175fol81 

HisWobks "     182fo201 

His  Word "     202fc>211 

His  Spirit ..    «     212fc>218 

III.  CHRIST. 

His  Advent From  219  fo  228 

His  Life "     229fc>242 

His  Sufferings  and  Death "     243fo251 

His  Resurrection  and  Glory "     252fo266 

His  Offices  and  Praise "     267fo300 

IV.  THE  GOSPEL. 

Its  Invitations From  301  to  312 

Its  Promises "     313fo317 

Its  Extension "     318fo329 

Its  Triumph «     330fo356 


584  GENERAL  INDEX. 

V.  MAN. 

Trial  and  Suffering From  357  to  361 

Repentance  and  Reformation "  362  to  375 

Christian  Virtues  and  Life. M  376  to  437 

Christian  Aspirations  and  Exercises "  *38#ofr3^ 

Christian  Peace  and  Joy ,;  535  to  557 

Death ,. "  558fo578 

Immortality  and  Heaven "  57'J£oG02 

Consolation "  603fo6iG 

Funeral  Hymns *«  Gi7ioG^!D 

VI.  THE  CHURCH. 

Its  "Worth  and  Work From  630  ro  G:;4 

Membership  and  Ordinances "  635fc>666 

Dedication <«  667  to  674 

ORD1NATIOH ■. "  075  to  680 

Installation "  681  to  684 

Associations  and  Conventions "  685  to  088 

Conference "  6Stito70(j 

VII.  OCCASIONAL. 

Past  and  Thanksgiving From  707  to  715 

The  Seasons  and  Annual  Occasions "     716fo729 

National  Hymns "     730ft>743 

Philanthropic  and  Reformatory u     744  to  781 

VIII.  HOME  AND  CHILDREN From  782  to 805 

[X.  CLOSING  HYMNS  AND  DOXOLOGIES From  806  to  843 

X.  MISCELLANEOUS From  844  to  8G7 

XI.  METRICAL  PSALMS From  page  m  to  $8Z 


INDEX  TO  FIEST  LINES. 


HYMH 

Abide  with  me ;  fast  falls  the  eventide  .  ....... Lyte  479 

Above,  below,  where'er  I  gaze Montgomery's  Coll.  1 7 1 

Above  the  temple's  lifted  spire  Harris  251 

Afraid  to  die.    O,  idle  fear !  Joseph  B.  Smith  575 

Again  as  evening's  shadow  falls . 90 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light Mrs.  Barbauld    24 

Ah,  why  should  bitter  tears  be  shed ....{?.  S.  Burleigh  570 

A  hymn  of  martyrs  let  us  sing Becle  800 

A  King  shall  reign  in  righteousness .S.  Streeter  281 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name Duncan  285 

AH  men  are  equal  in  their  birth II.  Martineau  775 

All  nature  feels  attractive  power . Drennan  767 

All-powerful,  self-existing  God Walker's  Coll.  128 

All  souls.  O  Lord  are  thine;  assurance  blest Epes  Sargent  356 

Almighty  and  immortal  King Doddridge  130 

Almighty  Father  1  thou  hast  many  a  blessing. 863 

Almighty  God  1  in  humble  prayer Montgomery  478 

Almighty  Spirit,  now  behold 779 

Am  1  a  soldier  of  the  cross Watts  389 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away 7 Gibbons  253 

Another  day  its  course  hath  run Pierpont  794 

Another  fleeting  day  is  gone Co/Iyer    81 

Another  hand  is  beckoning  us Wldttier  624 

Another  pastor  hast  thou,  given C.  IT.  Fay  683 

Another  Sabbath,  Lord,  has  gone Mrs.  Countryman  810 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done Stennett    1 1 

Approach  not  the  altar. Frances  Osgood  846 

Arise,  my  soul ,  shake  off  thy  fears Watts  385 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake  1  awake Shrubsole  817 

As  body  when  the  soul  has  fled , Drummond  484 

As  distant  lands  beyond  the  sea CD.  Stuart  591 

As  clown  in  the  sunless  retreats  of  the  ocean. Moore  441 

As  earth's  pageant  passes  by Beaumont  554 

Asleep  in  J  esus !  blessed  sleep ! Mrs.  Maclcay  572 

As  showers  on  meadows  newly  mown 315 

As  the  hart,  with  eager  looks Montgomery  438 

At  evening  time,  let  there  be  light 106 

Author  of  good  to  thee  we  turn Merrick  463 

Awake  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays Medley  288 

Awake,  my  soul  1  lift  up  thine  eyes Mrs.  Barbauld  384 

Awake  my  soul!  stretch  every  nerve Doddridge  3S2 

Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears Waits  383 

Be  firm  and  be  faithful :  desert  not  the  right 400 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne.......... Watts  166 


586  INDEX   TO   FIRST   LINES. 


1IY3IN 

Before  the  world  -was  made S.  St  reefer  332 

Heboid  a  stranger  at  the  door lloddridge  287 

Behold  that  wise,  that  perfect  law Doddridge  424 

Behold,  the  morning  sun Waits  :;i4 

Behold  the  western  evening  light W.  B.  O.  Peabody  602 

lie  it  my  only  wisdom  here Wesleyfs  Cull.  531 

Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth , Montgomery  708 

Bells  ring  out  with  cheerful  might Henry  C.  Leonard  228 

Beneath  the  thick  but  struggling  clouds   718 

Be  thou,  0  God,  exalted  high Tate  and  Brady    54 

Be  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go    Christian  Psalmist  468 

Beyond,  beyond  the  boundless  sea Condor  154 

Birds  have  their  quiet  nest Lyra  Domestka  238 

Blessed  be  tl ly  na me  forever Hogg  153 

Bless  God,  ye  servants  that  attend 822 

Blest  day  of  God  !  most  calm,  most  bright Geo.  Herbert    22 

Blest  Instructor,  from  thy  ways Merrick  407 

Blest  is  t  he  hour  when  cares  depart S.  F.  Smith  084 

Blest  is  the  man  who  fears  the  Lord Exeter  Coll.  427 

Blei  .  i    the  man  whose  softening  heart Mrs.  Barb  mid  415 

Blest  who  with  generous  pity  plows Pratt's  Coll.  747 

Both  heaver,  and  earth  do  worship  thee St.  Ambrose    00 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  iced Condi  r  651 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken Heber  041 

Break  every  yoke  the  gospel  cries 772 

Breathe  thoughts  of  pity  o'er  a  brother's  fall 762 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning Heber  225 

Brother,  hast  thou  wandered  far J.  F.  Clarke  70(5 

But  who  :  hall  see  the  glorious  day T.  Moore  341) 

By  cool  fcjiloam's  shady  rill Heber  802 

Called  by  the  Sabbath  bells  away Sun.  School  H.  li.    25 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night E.  H.  Sears  219 

Calm  on  t he  bosom  of  thy  God Mrs.  Heinans  022 

Child  amidst,  the  flowers  at  play , Mrs.  He/nans  4:',4 

Children  of  the  Heavenly  King Cennick  519 

Children  of  light,  awake  ! UuJfinch  4:;7 

Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms Tl  Baxter  495 

( !hi  ist,  my  Lord,  1  come  to  bless  thee Gregory  Kaziiinzen  1 17 

Chrii  '.  the  Lord,  is  risen  to  day 25* 

Christ ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies C.  Wesley  270 

Christians  1  brethren  I  ere  we  part II.  K.  White  688 

Clay  to  clay,  and  dust  to  dust  1 577 

Close  his  eyes,  his  work  is  done George  II.  Boker  740 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls ." Wtitts  305 

Come  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove Watts  213 

Come,  kingdom  of  our  God Johns  351 

Come,  let  us  anew C.  Wesley  721 

Come,  let  us  pray;  'tis  sweet  to  feel 448 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs Watts  7*>i 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice.... Mrs.  Barbauld  391 

Come,  sing  :t  Saviour's  power E.  Tanier  334 

mnd  his  praise  abroad W<  (its  691 

Come  the  rich  and  come  tiie  poor Boivring  849 

iou  Almighty  King DobelPs  Coll.    1 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing Robi 

Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus Hart  704 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer E.  Taylor    20 

Come  to  the  land  of  peace Brigg's  Coll.  595 

Come  ye  disconslate,  where'er  ye  languish Moore  613 

Come  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord G.  Burder    72 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES.  587 


TTYMN- 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord Watts  540 

Dark  were  the  paths  our  1\ raster  trod Gaskell  243 

Day  by  day  the  manna  fell Conder  457 

Dear  Jesus  1  ever  at  my  side Faber  790 

Dear  Lord,  behold,  thy  servants,  here .  .H.  Baliou  085 

Death  is  tiie  fading  of  acloud Harris  553 

Deathless  principle,  arise Toplady  592 

Deem  not  that  they  are  blessed  alone Bryant  006 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? Doddridge  206 

Down  the  dark  future  through  long  generations Longfellow  347 

Drop  the  limpid  waters  now liuwring  003 

Each  fearful  storm  that  o'er  us  rolls Alice.  Gary  545 

E  irtli  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair German  295 

Earth's  busy  sounds  and  ceaseless  din 15 

Earth's  children  cleave  to  earth ;  her  frail. . ". Bryant  516 

Earth's  transitory  things  decay Bow  ring  506 

Earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers 147 

Eternal  God,  thou  light  divine 474 

Eternal  G  od,  thy  work  alone W.  M.  Fernald  865 

Eternal  source  of  every  joy Doddridge  729 

Eternal  Sun  of  Righteousness 810 

Eternal  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise , Watts  143 

Ere  mountains  reared  their  forms  sublime. . . .  Spirit  of  the  Psalms  150 

Every  bird  that  upward  springs Neale  250 

Even  he  who  lit  the  stars  of  old 142 

Every  human  tie  may  perish Kelly  129 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God Watts    77 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining 100 

Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are Montgomery  173 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss Salisbury  Coll.  406 

Faith,  hope,  and  charity,  these  three Montgomery  407 

Faith  is  the  polar  star 403 

Farewell  life  1  my  senses  swim Thomas  Hood  567 

Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating ./.  Taylor  090 

Far  from  these  scenes  of  night . Mrs.  Steele  500 

Far  from  the  Lord  I  wandered  long Harris  538 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  1  begone ,..  Watts  703 

Father  adored  in  worlds  above Pope's  Coll.  450 

Father  and  friend,  thy  light,  thy  love Bowring  119 

Father,  at  this  altar  bending ,...E.  H.  Cltapin  077 

Father  at  thy  footstool  see Methodist  Coll.    10 

Father  I  glory  be  to  thee Gaskell  823 

Earlier,  hear  our  humble  prayer 834 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life Anna  L.  Waring  376 

Father  in  heaven  to  thee  my  heart H.  Ware,  Jr.      9 

Father,  lo  !  we  consecrate E.  H.  Chapin  670 

Father  of  all  our  mercies,  thou Urtoick's  Coll.  483 

Father  of  all  1  whose  cares  extend Pope  458 

Father  of  light  conduct  my  feet Smart  524 

Father  of  me  and  all  mankind Wesley's  Coll.  452 

Fat  her  o  f  mercies,  in  thy  word Steele  205 

Father  of  omnipresent  grace C.  Wesley    74 

Father  of  our  feeble  race J.  Taylor  744 

Father,  O  hear  me  now Ann  W.  Hall  014 

Father  .Supreme  I    Thou  high  and  holy  One 93 

Falher  I  there  is  no  change  to  live  with  thee Jones  Very  156 

Father,  thy  gentle  chastisement H.  Ware,  Jr.  357 

Father,  t hy  paternal  care Bowring    84 

Father,  to  thy  kind  love  we  owe Bryant  169 


588  INDEX   TO  FIRST  LINES. 


ttras 

Father!  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss..... ...... ........  Mppon's  Coll.  55J 

Father,  we  bless  the  gentle  care 8.  S.  Cutting  787 

Father,  we  pray  for  those  who  dwell Miss  Fletcher  704 

Father,  when  in  dust  to  thee. R.  Grant  488 

Fear  was  within  the  tossing  bark Mrs.  Hemans  237 

Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  I ............Furness  511 

Flung  to  the  heedless  winds Luther  857 

For  all  thy  gifts  we  praise  thee,  Lord J.  F.  Clarke  778 

For  a  season  called  to  part Xewton  806 

Forever  with  the  Lord...... .Montgomery  589 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky .lleber  094 

Fret  not,  poor  soul :  while  doubt  and  fear .Adelaide  Procter  498 

Friend  after  friend  departs. ....................... Montgomery  607 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies Watts  841 

From  all  who  dwell  in  heaven  above. Harris  146 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows Stowell  092 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains  . Lleber  32<i 

From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit , Boicring  459 

From  the  table  now  retiring 053 

From  worship,  now,  thy  church  dismiss //.  Ballou  813 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 700 

Give  as  God  hath  given  thee 746 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  feurs .......Moravian  509 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken .J".  Netcton  632 

Glory,  glory  to  our  King , Kelly  283 

Glorious  in  thy  saints  appear. Salisbury  Coll.  824 

Glory  to  God  on  high llippon's  Coll.  810 

God  bless  our  native  land 731 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way Coirpcr  534 

God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing Lyra  Cath.  0H0 

God  is  in  his  holy  temple. 28 

God  is  love;  his  mercy  brightens Boicing  144 

Clod  is  my  strong  salvation Montgomery  539 

God  made  ail  Ins  creatures  free..... Montgomery  774 

God  of  eternity!  from  thee Doddridge  725 

God  of  love,  we  look  to  thee Wesley\s  Coll.  411 

God  of  mercy,  do  thou  never Pierpoat  852 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace ./.  Taylor  302 

God  of  mercy ,  hear  our  prayer CampbeWs  Coll.  784 

God  of  the  free,  upon  thy  breath W.R.  Wallace  742 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days Doddridge  174 

God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 127 

God  of  tiie  sunlight  hours,  how  sad Litchfield  Coll.  103 

God  of  the  universe  whose  hand   W.  Taylor  170 

God  only  is  the  creature's  home Fober  510 

God  reigns,  events  in  order  flow Scott  179 

God  shall  bless  thy  going  out Wesley  830 

God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven Heber  112 

(iod,  thou  art  good  I  each  perfumed  flower Mrs.  Follen  196 

God,  who  is  just  and  kind Patrick  528 

Go  in  peace  (  —  serene  dismission 815 

Gone  are  those  great  and  good Pierpont  738 

(Jo  to  dark  Gethsemane Montgomery  240 

Go  to  thy  nest,  fair  child 021 

Go  wheu  the  morning  shineth Edin.  Lit.  Peview  -144 

Gracious  Source  of  every  blessing1 *27 

Gracious  spirit,  dwell  with  me T.  T.  Lynch  217 

Greatest  of  beings  L  Source  of  life Dyer  177 

G  reat  Framer  of  the  earth  and  sky Brevia.    82 


INDEX   TO   FIRST   LINES.  589 


HYMN 

Great  framer  of  unnumbered  worlds Dyer  707 

Great  God!  attend  while  Zion  sings Watts    33 

Great  God  !  in  vain  man's  narrow  view Kipfris  123 

Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou ! Watts  163 

Great  God !  let  all  our  tuneful  powers -. . . . . . Heginbotham  716 

Great  God  our  King  I  to  thee Mrs.  E.  M.  Barstoiu  671 

Great  God  !  this  s.acred  clay  of  thine Mrs.  Steele    26 

Great  God!  we  sing  that  mighty  hand Doddridge  723 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway Waits  318 

Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame 192 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah Oliver  379 

Had  I,  dear  Lord,  no  pleasure  found Fader  446 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Je  ws Watts  408 

Hail  great  Creator,  wise  and  good % Lutheran  Coll.  189 

Hail  I  Source  of  light,  of  life  and  love M.  Llayner    69 

Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds Sutton  699 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise Madan  256 

Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation 152 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed Montgomery  299 

Hail  to  the  Sabbath  clay Bulfinch    18 

Happv  the  heart  where  graces  reign.. Waits  409 

II  appy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast Scott  416 

Hark !  hark !  with  harps  of  gold E.  H.  Chapin  221 

Hark,  the  gospel  trumpets  sounding WinclieWs  Coll.  312 

Hark !  the  herald  angels  sing 220 

Hark !  the  song  of  jubilee Montgomery  338 

Hark !  the  voice  of  choral  song P.  H.  Sweetser  756 

Hark!  the  vesper  hymn  is  stealing Montgomery    99 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices Cawood  223 

Hast  thou  midst  life's  empty  noises Whittier  393 

Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned Bulfinch  542 

Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  him  ? Lyra  Oath.  244 

Health  of  the  weak,  to  make  them  strong Lyra  Cath.  487 

Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel Allen  309 

Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken Coivper  339 

Hear  us,  Heavenly  Father,  hear  us  ! Long fellow' 's  Vespers    95 

Heaven  is  a  place  of  rest  from  sin Montgomery  598 

Heaven  is  here.    Its  hymns  of  gladness J.  G.  Adams  557 

Heavenly  Father,  gracious  name Doddridge  150 

He  calls  us  to  a  day  of  gladness Ephraim  Syms  240 

Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord Methodist  Coll.  412 

Here,  Gracious  God,  do  thou :. . .  .Breviary  807 

Here,  iu  the  broken  bread Furness  649 

Here,  Saviour,  we  would  come Eng.  Bap.  Coll.  645 

He,  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping Hastings  327 

H  e  wh  o  him  self  and  God  would  know Martine'au  1 18 

He  who  walks  in  virtue's  way Bowring  435 

High  as  the  heavens  are  raised Watts  168 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God Watts  162 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord Salisbury  Coll.    61 

Holy  Son  of  God  most  high Bulfinch  233 

Homage  pay  to  God  above 835 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet , Watts  306 

How  beau  tiful  the  sight Montgomery  41 3 

How  charming  is  the  place Stennett    35 

How  dread  are  thine  eternal  years Faber  140 

How  gentle  God's  commands ^.Doddridge  507 

How  glorious  is  the  hour Bulfinch  370 

How  lovely  are  thy  dwellings,  Lord Milton    38 

How  happy  is  he  born  or  taught Sir.  H.  Wotton  419 


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INDEX   TO  FIRST  LINES. 


HYSW 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair Watts    30 

How  pleasing,  Lord !  to  see 788 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine Rippon's  Coll.  204 

How  rich  thy  gifts,  Almighty  King Kippis  7 11 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts? Watts  200 

How  shalt  thou  bear  the  cross  that  now Faber  616 

How  shall  we  praise  thee,  Lord  of  light Honoring    86 

How  sleep  the  brave  who  sink  to  rest Collins  741 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound. Bowring  230 

How  sweet,  how  calm,  this  Sabbath  morn .'.     )7 

How  sweet  to  reflect  on  the  joys  that  await  us A.  C.  Thomas  G95 

How  sweet  upon  this  sacred  day Mrs.  Fallen    12 

How  precious  are  thy  thoughts'of  peace Montgomery  155 

Hushed  be  til  *  battle's  fearful  roar 7G8 

"  I  am  the  w-jy,  the  truth,  the  life," Miss  L.  T.  Caswell  G79 

I  cannot  always  trace  the  way 145 

I  cannot  plai nly  see  the  way Alice  Cory  409 

I  do  not  ask,  O  Lord,  that  life  may  be Adelaide  Procter  464 

If  all  our  hopes  and  all  our  fears Bowring  5n> 

If  God  is  mine,  then  present  things Hymns  of  the  Ayes  518 

If  solid  happiness  we  prize '.... Cotton  42(3 

If  thou  of  God  would'st  truly  learn Mme.  Ouyon  497 

I  know  not  if  the  dark  or  bright R.C.  Trench  523 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives 262 

I  '11  praise  my  Maker  while  I  've  breath Watts  604 

I  long  for  household  voices  gone Wliitticr  G0S 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away Mrs.  Brown  705 

I  love  thy  Church,  O  God  '. Dwight  G33 

Hove  the  volume  of  thy  word Watts  206 

I  may  not  scorn  the  meanest  thing It.  X' 

Imposture  shrinks  from  light Scott  422 

In  each  breeze  that  wanders  free R.  C.  Waterston  191 

In  ( ; od's  eternity II.  Ballou  354 

In  pleasant  lands  have  fallen  the  lines Flint  709 

Inspirer  of  the  ancient  seers 216 

In  the  bonds  of  death  Me  lay Luther  258 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory Bowring  248 

In  the  morning  sow  thy  seed 751 

In  thy  courts,  let  peace  be  found Bowring    39 

I  see"the  wrong  that  round  me  lies Whittle  r  160 

Is  it  true  that  angels  hear  us J.  G.  Bartholomew  5S8 

I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God Watts  1G4 

Israel's  Shepherd,  guide  us,  feed  us Biclrrsteth  S29 

Is  there  a  lone  and  dreary  hour Mrs.  Oilman  4.S5 

It  is  the  one  true  light E.  Taylor  210 

It  is  the  hour  of  prayer 20 

It  lies  around  us  like  a  cloud //.  B.  Sfoice  597 

I  want  a  principle  within C.  IVesley  525 

I  want  a  sober  mind 377 

I  worship  thee,  sweetwillof  God Lyra  Cath.  494 

I  would  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not  to  stay Muhlenburg  594 

Jehovah  God  I  thy  gracious  power Thompson  175 

Jerusalem  1  my  happy  home Christian  Psalmist  5s? 

Jesus  his  empire  shall  extend II.  Ballou  335 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul Wesley  275 

Jesus,  my  redeemer  lives. .  Louisa,  Electress  of  Brandenburg,  1G53  261 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun W"tt.>  333 

Jesus,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts St.  Bernard.  G55 

Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me C.Wesley  505 


INDEX   TO   FIRST   LINES.  591 


HYMN 

Jesus,  what  precept  is  like  thine Mrs.  Livermore  763 

Jews  were  wrought  to  cruel  madness W.  J.  Fox  247 

Join  all  the  glorious  names Watts  2S2 

Joy  to  the  earth  I  t  lie  Prince  of  Peace A.  C.  Thomas  307 

Joy  to  the  world  — the  Lord  is  come Watts  311 

Just  as  1  am  without  one  plea Charlotte  Elliot,  1S3G  365 

Kind  Lord,  before  thy  face E.  Tamer  SOS 

Know  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation Grant  550 

Lamp  of  our  feet !  whose  hallowed  beam 211 

Lav  aside  thy  mourning,  Mary.  ..Adam  of  St.  Victor,  Ylth  Century  264 

Lead  us  with  thy  gentle  sway Boxer  ing  600 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend Watts  308 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds Watts  712 

Let  my  life  be  hid  in  thee .= 552 

Let  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those Jas.  Newton  661 

Let  party  names  no  more Beddome  636 

Let  us  with  a  joyful  mind - Milton  197 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates Weiszel    48 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high H.  Ware  255 

Ligh't  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling Toplady  473 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire  .' C.  Wesley      3 

Like  Israel's  host  to  exile  driven EC.  Ware,  Jr.  737 

Like  morning,  —  when  her  early  breeze Moore  368 

Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain J.  Taylor  573 

Lo,  God  is  here  I  Let  us  adore Salisbury  Coll.    32 

Lo  1  in  thy  garden  agony Montgomery  242 

Long  as  the  darkening  cloud  abode Richards  350 

Look,  ye  saints !  the  day  is  breaking Kelly  322 

Loosed  from  my  God,  and  far  removed Moravian  475 

Lord!  a  happy  child  of  thine Anna  L.  Waring  113 

Lord,  a  little  band  and  lowly 793 

Lord,  before  thy  presence  come J.  Taylor    44 

Lord  deliver ;  thou  canst  save.  t Mrs.  Follen  770 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing Toplady' 's  Coll.  82S 

Lord,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow C.  Wesley.  436 

Lord,  have  mercy  when  we  pray Milman  482 

Lord,  I  believe ;  thy  power  I  own Wreford  480 

Lord,  T  have  made  "thy  word  my  choice Watts  207 

Lord,  in  heaven  thy  dwelling-place Rowring    46 

Lord,  it  is  not  life  to  live Toplady  137 

Lord  in  thy  service  I  would  spend Doddridge  786 

Lord,  in  whose  might  the  .Saviour  trod Bidfinch  236 

Lord  Jesus,  come  1  for  here Miss  Martineau  777 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went Crosswell  745 

Lord,  let  thy  conquering  banner  wave SchmolcJc  637 

Lord,  now  we  part,  in  thy  blest  name Heber  830 

Lord  of  all  being,  throned  afar O.  W.  Holmes    45 

Lord  of  glory  I  King  of  power Missionary  Mag.  Ill 

Lord  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  ocean 715 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above Watts    37 

Lord  !  send  thy  servants  forth . C.  Wesley  320 

Lord  1  subdue  our  seltish  will C.  Wesley  656 

Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray 791 

Lord ,  that  I  may  learn  of  thee C.  Wesley  526 

Lord,  thou  art  good!  all  nature  shows Brown  149 

Lord !  thou  didst  arise  and  say Milman  765 

Lord,  thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield. Newton  367 

Lord  !  we  believe  a  rest  remains C.  Wesley  548 

Lord !  what  offering  shall  we  bring J.  Taylor    50 


592 


INDEX   TO   FIRST   LINES. 


HYMN 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne G5 

Lord,  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face Montgomery      7 

Lord,  who  ordainest  for  mankind Bryant  845 

Lo  I  the  day  of  rest  declineth c.  Bobbins  837 

Lol  the  lilies  of  the  field! Heber  200 

Love  all  creatures  in  his  name c.  T.  J', rooks  400 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling Wesley  an  4  ;9 

Love  is  and  was  my  Lord  and  King Ten n  //son  520 

Lo,  what  a  precious  Corner-stone If'atts  27 1 

Lo  I  what  a  glorious  sight  appears Watts  348 

Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love Trench  398 

Man  can  build  nothing  worthy  of  his  maker Dr.  Chatudd  I'M 

Many  centuries  have  fled Conder  054 

Mark  the  soft  falling  snow Doddridge  313 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb '..  300 

May  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour Newton  814 

Meek  and  lowly,  pure  and  holv Mrs.  He/nans  520 

Messiah,  Lord  !  who  wont  to  dwell Heber  235 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion,  and  creature  complaints GU('» 

Mighty  Cod!  the  first,  the  last! W.  Gaskell  122 

Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now Doddridrje  ('57 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb Cotlyer  252 

My  country,  't  is  of  thee S.  F.  Smith  730 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord Watts  294 

My  Father !  cheering  name  ! Mrs.  Steele  141 

My  God!  how  endless  is  thy  love Watts  125 

My  God,  I  love  thee,  not  because Francis  Xavier  490 

My  God,  I  thank  thee  I  may  no  thought Norton  560 

My  God,  my  Father  —  blissful  name Mrs.  Steele  500 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be Watts  400 

My  God!  the  covenant  of  thy  love Doddridge  530 

My  heavenly  father  calls  Doddridrje  047 

My  soul  before  thee  prostrate  lies : Bichier  371 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee Sarah  F.  Adams  442 

Never  was  sung  a  sweeter  word St.  Bernard  207 

None  loved  me,  Father,  with  thy  love German  513 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying C.  Malan  508 

No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky Faber  2  '5 

Not  for  the  prophet  tongue  of  fire //.  Bacon  070 

Not  for  the  summer's  hour  alone L.  II.  Sigourncy  854 

Not  in  the  solitude Bryant  856 

Not  in  this  simple  rite  alone Gaskell  050 

Not  with  terror  do  we  meet Bowring  0 14 

No  war  nor  battle's  sound Milton,  Gardner,  and  Dwighi  7GG 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 290 

Now  blessing,  honor,  glory,  power 842 

Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime Gibbons  510 

Now,  on  sea  and  land  descending S.  Longfellow    88 

Now  the  Christian's  course  is  run C.  if  esley  OiS 

Now  the  stars  are  lit  in  heaven Lyra  Apostolica  115 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song Watts    04 

Now  with  eternal  glory  crowned Mrs.  Steele  2G3 

O,  all  ye  nations  !  praise  the  Lord Vanghan    07 

O,  all  ye  nations  !  praise  the  Lord Watts  833 

O,  blest  Creator  of  the  light Longfellow's  Vespers    97 

O,  Christ,  what  gracious  words Richards  309 

O  come,  Creator  Spirit  blest Breviary      6 

O,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day Hartford  Selec.  432 


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IIYJIN 

f),  could  we  speak  the  matchless  worth Medley  291 

O,  earth !  thy  Fast  is  crowned  and  consecrated Harris  781 

O'er  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God 321 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness P.  Williams  323 

0,  ever  swaying,  conscious  soul ! W.  M.  Fcrnald  806 

O,  Father,  —  draw  us  after  thee 472 

O,  fairest  born  of  love  and  light Whittier  316 

Of  ali  the  thoughts  of  God,  that  are Mrs.  Browning  553 

( ),  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink Bath  Coll.  405 

O,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God Wesleyan  530 

O,  for  the  death  of  those Ch.  Psalmody  56 1 

O,  for  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing Watts  289 

Oft  when  storms  of  pain  are  roiling Harris  27G 

O  God,  1  thank  thee  that  the  night Pierpont  800 

< )  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given -. Heber  812 

O  God !  ere  heaven  and  earth  were  planned Mrs.  Page  009 

O  God  of  glory  I  when  with  eye  uplifted W.  M.  Ferndld  027 

0  God,  thou  art  my  God  alone. ..'. Montgomery  504 

O  G  od  unseen,  but" not  unknown Montgomery  5G0 

O  God!  unworthy  of  thy  boundless  love 366 

O  God,  we  praise  thee  and  confess Patrick    02 

O  God,  whose  presence  glows  in  al  1 . . Frothingham    40 

()  God,  within  my  breast Emily  Bronte  124 

O. God,  whose  dread  and  dazzling  brow ..Bryant  461 

O,  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice Doddridge  039 

O,  happy  is  "the  man  who  hears Logan  418 

O,  here,  if  ever,  God  of  love E.  Taylor  646 

O,  help  us  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need II.  II.  Mil'man  40(3 

O,  he  whom  Jesus  loved  has  truly  spoken Whittier    52 

Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  .". Coirper  471 

Oh  !  how  happy  are  they C.  Wesley  702 

Oh !  not  alone  with  outward  sign Whittier  302 

Oh  !  sweet  ir  is  to  know,  to  feel Beard's  Coll.  543 

O  holy  Father  !  just  and  true Whittier  7i0 

< )  holy  Father  l  'mid  the  calm IF.  If.  Burleigh  105 

Oh,  what  a  struggle  wakes  within Bowrinq  850 

( )  Life,  O  Death,  O  World,  O  Time B.C.  Trench  359 

<)  Lord,  thy  perfect  word 1 Beddome  208 

t)  Lord  of  hosts,  Almighty  King O.  W.  Holmes  733 

O  Lord,  where'er  thy  people  meet Cow  per    41 

1)  love  divine  that  stooped  to  share O.  W.  Holmes  500 

O,  strong  upwclling  prayers  of  faith . Wiittier  862 

O,  make  a  noise  unto  the  Lord Songs  of  the  Unity    56 

O,  Maker  of  the  fruits  and  flowers Whittier  757 

Omniscient  God,  'tis  thine  to  know 423 

One  prayer  I  have,  —  all  prayers  in  one Montgomery  462 

One  there  is,  above  all  others Newton  274 

On  eyes  that  never  saw  the  clay ..Butcher  232 

On  J ordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand Stennett  5S3 

O  North,  with  all  thy  vales  of  green Bryant  773 

O,  not  to  fill  the  mouth  of  fame T.  H.  Gill  481 

On  the  dark  wave  of  Galilee Russell  234 

On  thy  church,  O  power  divine Spirit  of  the  Psalms  630 

On  Zion's  holy  walls '. 626 

Oppression  shall  not  always  reign II.  Ware,  Jr.  709 

O,  praise  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  a  new  song Doddridge    59 

O,  shadowin  a  sultry  land 104 

Oh,  shut  not  out  sweet  pity's  ray Mrs.  Mayo  700 

( )  sinner  bring  not  tears  alone Breviary  303 

O,  sometimes  gleams  upon  our  sight ...  Wliittier  780 

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O  source  divine,  and  life  of  all <t0tr         ,„ 

O  speed  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way  .... ...7." ". 8terhnff  ofr 

O  stay  thy  tears ;  for  they  are  blest ..V.V ' '  *  ww  "  ??? 

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O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways ."..7.7.7.  .7 ' '  *  Watts  1? 

O  thou,  at  whose  rebuke  the  grave ..     WMttier     u 

O  thou,  by  long  experience  tried time    Gnon  Hi 

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Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past . \\\"  M1    WatU  ?70 

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Our  offering!  a  willing  mind Montgomery  45 1 

Our  soul  shall  magnify  tl™  Lord \r  n'1"1^011  ™> 

Our  pilgrim  brethren  filing  for'  777:777 7.  S    '^f^rZ^i  S 

O,  wondrous  depth  of  grace  divine 77.7.7 ¥o^OW^  gg 

O,  worship  the  King,  all  glorious  above ..777. Gr'Yf    S 

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Part  in  peace!  is  day  before  us? o   jp    a,„„w, 

Peace  or  God,  which  knows  no  measure »'0.x.  Acuim  K>1 

People  of  the  livinff  God  iV"7 

Pillows  wet  with  "Jars of  'anguish Montgomery  640 

Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  rV/V "  ***%"£  7.5* 

Planted  in  r.hri*t  tul    ;  ,1° „ifu ."J '. Lutheran  Coll.  059 


Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  Vine  7777  .    fTsT£&  63 

Pour  out  thy  spirit  from  onhigh 77.  .Montana  ,,    s 

Praise  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 7 77  °  T:\l    ~ 


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Praise  for  the  gjjonOTB  light "  .^ . 77717 Yr' JY^Tnt  M 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  now  7.7.7.7.7^        En  m 

Praise  the  Lord -his  glory  bless.. Kenn  §}2 

Praise  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens  adore  him Lirernool  Calf    v 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise .../   Mrt  narhm!l)  -ll 

Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator Fawceft    OT 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee 7.7  Sir  7  2Z   S§    m 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  around  whose  throne ^HBalioTfd     55 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire MontaomPr»  44- 

Press  on,  press  on  I  ye  sons  of  light 7.7.77. 7/7  _322fi  387 

Ready  for  their  glorious  crown Wesleu't  PnJl  <rs 

Religion  I  in  its  blessed  -ay 77. 7.7/7  Onagers  lit 


INDEX   TO   FIRST    LINES.  0(J0 


HYMN 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern Fawcett  429 

Remember  thy  Creator S.  F.  Smith  798 

Return  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest Montgomery  537 

Ride  on ,  rifle  on  in  maje'sty  I  Milman  239 

Ring  out,  wild  bells  to  the  wild  sky Ten  nyson  726 

1  i ing,  O  bells  ! Whittier  735 

Rise  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise  1 Fope  340 

Else  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings 440 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me Toplady  272 

Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep » Mrs.  Willard  508 

Safely  through  another  week Newton    13 

Salvation !  oh,  the  joyful  sound Watts  310 

Saviour  I  who  thy  hock  art  feeding .. 665 

Say  not,  the  struggle  nought  availeth Arthur  Hugh  dough  391 

Scorn  not  the  slightest  Avord  or  deed Lond.  Inquirer  395 

See,  daylight  is  fading,  o'er  earth  and  o'er  ocean. Heber    92 

£  ee  from  on  high  a  light  divine Exeter  Coll.  229 

"  See  how  he  loved !  "  exclaimed  the  Jews Bache  231 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand Doddridge  279 

See  the  leaves  around  us  falling Home  574 

Servant  of  God,  well  clone  ! Montgomery  620 

Servants  of  Christ  arise. L.  II.  Sigourney  433 

Shepherd  of  the  holy  hills Henry  C  Leonard  277 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing Episcopal  Coll.  864 

Since  o'er  thy  footstool  here  below 188 

Sing  we  the  peerless  deeds  of  martyred  saints Breviary  858 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord Doddridge  599 

Sister,"  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely S.  F.  Smith  569 

Slowly,  by  God's  hand  unfurled Furness    79 

Soft  as  fades  the  sunset  splendor ,S.  Longfellow    87 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray S.  F.  'Smith    78 

Softly  now  the  light  of  clay Doane    S3 

Si  metinn  -  a  Sight  surprises Coicper  535 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang .Montgomery  317 

Sound  the  loud  timbrel  o'er  Egypt's  dark  sea Moore  732 

Sovereign  and  transforming  grace F.  H.  Hedge      2 

Sow  in  "the  morn  thy  seed Montgomery  396 

Speak  with  us,  Lord ;  thyself  reveal C.  Wesley      8 

Spirit  divine,  attend  our  prayer 215 

Spirit  of  grace,  and  health,  and  power ./.  Wesley  212 

Spirit  of  holiness,  descend S.  F.  Smith  214 

Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay Montgomery  559 

Spread,  oh,  spread  thou  mighty  word Bahnmaier  325 

Star  of  mom  and  even F.  T.  Palgrave  116 

Stil  1  hope  !  still  act  I    Be  sure  that  life Sterling  394 

Still  prayers  are  strong,  and  God  is  good Sterling  355 

Strong  Son  of  G od,  immortal  love Tennyson  267 

Sunlight  of  the  heavenly  day Anna  L.  Waring  719 

Supreme  and  universal  light Henry  Moore  477 

Suppliant,  lo  !  thy  children  bend Grey  843 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve .Edmeston  114 

Sweet  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 447 

Sweet  is  the  scene  when  virtue  dies Mrs.  Barbauld  564 

Sweet  Sabbath  bells  !  I  love  your  voice Songs  in  the  Night  7S9 

Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing Lyra  Cath.  249 

Sweet  is  the  task,  O  Lord Spirit  of  the  Psalms    76 

Sweet  is  the  friendly  voice '. Jervis  372 

Sweet  to  the  soul  the  parting  ray 847 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song Hartford  Coll.  713 


596 


INDEX   TO   FIRST   LINES. 


Take  them,  O  death !  and  bear  away Lotto  fellow  fi*i 

Talk  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal. . Methodist  S  47fl 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King .f!^  Herbert  Si 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  mydavs ...Watts  361 

Teach  us  to  feel  as  J esus  prayed \.£  BaVmi  <>M 

Teach  us  to  pray a'  Jiauou  ~' » 

Tell  me  not  in  mournful  numbers /.V.VAV.V.V.V.ToreofeKow  517 

Thanks  for  mercies,  Lord,  receive  ...  "..^unyjeuow  01/ 

Th?w^sfh«F£rd  of  thu?e;  °  so\ereisn  Lord"!:":::::"i//';."^;-;  5oi 

I  he  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing tfontooment  417 

The  broken  ties  of  happilr  days..! .MottfZTim 

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The  dead  are  like  the  stars  bv  day .."....".".' ' '  'barton  608 

The  desert  flower  afar  may  bloom G  W  j/ethne  £12 

The  earth,  all  light  and  loveliness  ....   .MrsMVel  727 

The  harvest  fields  are  broad  and  white G.  T.  Flanders  682 

lie  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns Kelhi  2»W 

1  lie  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain Dre„ nai[  7  J 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord '.     '.      W     ',  Jg 

Ihe joyful  morn,  mv  God, is  come Werrirl-    v{ 

The  light  of  love  is  round  his  feet \\\\\\  .Faher  "0:i 

1  he  Lord  descended  from  above SternlioM  134 

fie  Lord  is  our  Shepherd,  our  Guardian  and  Guide Btirom  138 

Tlie  Lord  Jehovah  reigns Watt*  1  ^  l-i ■" 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare ..■..*.' '     iddiZri  139 

The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all ......£ K  White  184 

J  lie  Lord  will  come,  and  not  be  slow Afilfnn  W 

The  mellow  eve  is  gliding SuWedSmml    OS 

The  morning  light  is  breaking \\\\"7..!s.  F.  &S  324 

lie  morn  ot  peace  is  beaming j/,.,.  Colburn  315 

The  morning  stars  m  concert  sang Ifimir/amen,  ,sj:j 

The  mourners  came  at  break  of  day S7//W*  F."  Adams  5Si 


The  past  is  dark  with  sin  and  shame ...  ^ 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod '  *  "  wsraL  fific 

The  praises  of  my  tongue wS  JSg 

The  path  of  life  we  walk  to-da  v \'.'wh ittier  ifl'i 

The  radiant  dawn  of  gospel  light MRaynZltl 

ihe  sage  his  cup  of  hemlock  quailed W  J  Fox  5(52 

The  saints  on  earth  and  those  above r'  Wesley  635 

The  Saviour  gently  calls . . Doddridge  801 

1 1  ic  Saviour  now  is  gone  before BowrCna  4su 

The  snow-plumed  angel  of  the  north "  * "  WhimJr  ?2H 

The  soul  bv  faith  reclined c   Wc deti  493 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high Addison  187 

The  spirit  in  our  hearts j?,yls   q0u   •>,,■> 

The  stars  are  sparks  of  burning  sand Harris  108 

The  stream  is  calmest  when  it  nears  the  tide The  Independent    89 

1  he  triumphs  of  the  martyred  saints Ancient  Hymn  861 

The  turf  shall  be  my  fragrant  shrine Moore  198 

The  world  has  much  of  beautiful c.  D '  Stuart  194 

The  world  throws  wide  its  brazen  gates '     j   H 

The  wrong  that  pains  my  soul  below Whittier  136 

There  's  a  refuge  of  peace  from  the  tempests  that  beat . . .  Edmonton    36 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest W.  B.  Tappan  535 

Ihere  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read Keble  18* 

There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep Montgomery  581 


INDEX   TO   FIRST   LIKES.  597 


HYMN 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood  Cowper  286 

There  is  a  G  od,  —  all  nature  speaks Mrs.  Steele  186 

There  is  a  glorious  world  on  high Mrs.  Steele  580 

There  is  a  land  mine  eve  hath  seen 579 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight Watts  5S2 

There  is  a  little  lonely  fold Litchfield's  Coll.  280 

There  is  a  time  when  moments  flow 80 

There  is  a  world,  —  and  O,  how  blest 555 

There  is  a  world  wc  have  not  seen 593 

There  is  a  pure  and  peaceful  wave 601 

There  is  no  death  !    The  stars  go  down 576 

There  is  no  flock,  however  watched  and  tended Longfellow  628 

There  was  joy  in  heaven  I 'Heber  375 

There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale Mrs.  Opie  195 

There  '11  be  something  in  heaven  for  children  to  do 805 

There 's  no  such  thing  as  death ' 566 

There 's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round 157 

There 's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light Wallace  183 

They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace Methodist  Coll.  445 

Think  gently  of  the  erring Miss  Fletcher  761 

This  is  the  marriage  feast,  and  here Harris  643 

This  stone  to  thee  in  faith  we  lay   Montgomery  672 

Thou  art,  almighty  Lord.of  all W.  Bay  120 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee. . .  .Heber  610 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 259 

Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light Moore  185 

Thou  art  the  first,  and  thou  the  last 838 

Thou  art  the  way;  —  to  thee  alone 273 

Thou  dost  come,  all-healing  Lord Lamartine  337 

Thou  holy  Jesus,  kind  and  dear 796 

Though  faint  and  sick,  and  worn  away 758 

Though  wandering  in  a  stranger  land *. . . .    34 

Thou  God  of  years  and  seasons,  all J.  G.  Adams  844 

Thou  Grace  divine,  encircling  all Ancient  Cath.  Hymn  148 

Thou,  Lord  I  by  mortal  eyes  unseen Mason  268 

Thou  Lord  of  life !  whose'  tender  care 91 

Thou,  Lord,  who  rear'st  the  mountain's  height Sterling  193 

Thou  Power  and  Peace  in  whom  we  find Breviary     5 

Thou  who  ordainest  for  the  land's  salvation Theodore  Tilton  736 

Thou,  whose  wide  extended  sway A.  C.  Thomas  352 

Through  all  the  various  passing  scene Collett  178 

Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same Tate  &  Brady  158 

Throughout  the  hours  of  darkness  dim Breviary  1 10 

Through  sorrow's  night  and  clanger's  way H.  K.  White  388 

Through  the  changes  of  the  day 102 

Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour Sabbath  Hymn  Bool:  181 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on Watts  107 

Thus  saith  the  first,  the  great  command Waits  410 

Thus  Ave  commemorate  the  day Stennett  652 

Thy  name-,  Almighty  Lord Watts  820 

Thy  name  Ave  bless,  almighty  God Presb.  Coll.  711 

Thy  presence,  ever-living  God Doddridge  809 

Thy  Avay,  not  mine,  O  Lord H.  Bonar  453 

Thy  kingdom,  Lord,  forever  stands Eng.  Bap.  180 

Thy  ways,  O  Lord,  with  wise  design Anon.  132 

Thy  will  be  done  I  In  devious  Avay Doddridge  454 

Thy  will  be  done  !  I  will  not  fear Jane  Roscoe  456 

Time  by  moments  steals  aAvay 722 

Times  without  number  have  I  prayed C.  Wesley  374 

>Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know Xewton  492 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come Watts  404 


598  INDEX   TO   FIRST   LINES. 


HYMN 

»T  is  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand Watts  71 7 

'Tis  finished!  —  so  the  Saviour  cried Stennett  245 

»T  is  gone  that  bright  and  orbed  blaze   Keble    85 

'T  is  my  happiness  below Cowper  358 

>Tis  not  the  gift,  but  't  is  the  spirit Boicring  3C9 

To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes ; Watt*  541 

To  him  that  loved  the  souls  of  men 826 

To  him  who  children  blest ./.  F.  Clarke  666 

To  him  who  condescends  to  dwell Doddridge  and  Merrick  7S3 

To  keep  the  lamp  alive Cowper  533 

To  thee,  O  God  in  heaven -/.  F.  Clarke  664 

To  thee  our  wants  are  known 821 

To  thine  eternal  arms,  O  God T.  W.  Higginson  514 

To  thy  temple  I  repair Boyhton  .v04 

Tread  softly  —  bow  the  head  — Mrs.  Southey  6  1 7 

Trump  of  glad  jubilee Duncan  7M 

United  prayers  ascend  to  thee Colhjer  f>f>2 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb Watts  010 

Upon  the  Gospel's  sacred  page Bowring  319 

Wait,  for  the  day  is  breaking C.  If.  Townsend  402 

Walk  in  the  light  1  so  shalt  thou  know B.  Barton  401 

Watchman  I  tell  us  of  the  night '. Bowring  224 

We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling • 855 

We  are  but  young  —  yet  we  may  sing 705 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name Montgomery  681 

We  bless  thee  for  this  sacred  day New  York  Col).    10 

We  die  with  Thee  ;  O  let  us  live Schmolck  257 

We  have  not  wings  —  we  cannot  soar Longfellow  401 

Welcome  delightful  morn Hayward    16 

Welcome*,  sweet  day  of  rest Watts    14 

We  long  to  see  that  happy  time 331 

We  praise  thee,  if  one  rescued  soul Mrs.  Sigourney  754 

We  now  invoke  thy  blessing,  Lord Moses  Ballon  811 

We  say  to  all  men,  far  and  near Tfovalis  343 

We  see  not,  know  not,  all  our  way Whittier  455 

We  shape  ourselves  the  joy  or  fear Whittier  302 

We  wait  in  faith,  in  prayer  we  wait 430 

We  will  not  weep ;  for  God  is  standing  by  us W.  If.  Hurlburt  421 

What  glorious  tidings  do  I  hear S.  Streeter  304 

What  if  the  little  rain  should  say William  Cutter  792 

What  though  the  stream  be  dead Wilson  570 

Whatever  dims  thy  sense  of  truth M.  W.  Hale  431 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God Addison  496 

When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day Mrs.  Barbauld    21 

When  before  thy  throne  we  kneel Bowring    47 

When  children  give  their  hearts  to  God Watts  707 

When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind Cowper  373 

When  death  was  on  the  path  he  trod J.  Lombard  653 

When  ( Jod  descends  with  men  to  dwell II.  Batlou  341 

When  God,  of  old,  came  down  from  heaven Keble  248 

When  human  hopes  and  joys  depart Ttoscoe  807 

"When  I  am  weak,  I'm  strong" Frothingham  420 

When  T  can  read  my  title  clear Watts  697 

When  Israel  of  the 'Lord  beloved Sir  Walter  Scott  470 

When  Jesus,  our  great  Master,  came Watts  307 

When  languor  and  disease  invade Toplady  300 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain II.  K.  White  220 

When  up  to  nightly  skies  we  gaze Sterling  199 

When  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale Steele  724 


INDEX   TO  EIEST   LINES.  599 


HYMN 

When  wakened  by  thy  voice  of  power Bowring    68 

When  we  cannot  see  our  way Hymns  of  the  Ages  522 

When  winds  are  raging  o'er  the  upper  ocean Mrs.  H.  B.  Stoioe  544 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose Edmcston    27 

Where'er  the  Lord  shall  build  my  house Scott  782 

Where  shall  the  child  of  sorrow  find 759 

Whilst  far  and  wide  thy  scattered  sheep -. Wilde  330 

While  in  this  sacred  rire  of  thine S.  F.  Smith  660 

While  ray  Redeemer's  near Steele  278 

While  Shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night Patrick  222 

While  sounds  of  war  are  heard  around Aiken  739 

While  thee  I  seek  protecting  power H.  M.  Williams    43 

While  thus  thy  throne  of  grace  we  seek C.  Bobbins    73 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun Newton  720 

While  yet  the  youthful  spirit  bears 803 

Who  are  those  before  G od's  throne i Schenck  859 

Who  is  thy  neighbor  ?    He  whom  thou Peabody  750 

Who  fathoms  the  eternal  thought Whittier  165 

Who  shall  towards  thy  chosen  seat Merrick    31 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends Watts  609 

Why,  on  the  bending  willows  hung Pratt's  Coll.  328 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die Watts  565 

Why  should  we  weep  and  mourn  for  those 615 

Why  thus  longing,  thus  forever  sighing Miss  Winslow  515 

Why,  why  repine,  O  pensive  friend W.  S.  Landor  425 

Within  thine  altar's  shade Hymns  of  the  Unity  378 

Within  these  doors  assembled  now Select  Hymns  689 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace Watts  281 

With  one  consent  lei.  all  the  earth Tate  and  Brady    58 

With  roses  crown  his  baby  head Harris  563 

With  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes Jervis    71 

With  silence  only  as  their  benediction Whittier  612 

With  stately  towers  and  bulwarks  strong , 631 

With  willing  feet  thy  servant  stands Mrs.  L.  C.  My  rick  678 

Word  of  the  ever  living  God Barton  203 

Would'st  thou  in  thy  lonely  hour 785 

Years  are  coming  —  speed  them  onward Hopedale  Coll.  346 

Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  peace Anon.  643 

¥&  realms  below  the  skies H.  Ballon,  2d    51 

Yes,  for  me,  for  me  he  careth H.  Bonar  172 

Yes  1  Our  Shepherd  leads  with  gentle  hand Krummacher  269 

Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking Kelly  336 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join Watts    53 

Ye  who  think  the  truth  ye  sow.* Fritz  and  Scolett  521 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor Steele  648 


INDEX  TO  METEICAL  PSALMS. 


PAGE 

God  is  our  refuge  in  distress Psalm  xlvi.  572 

Happy  the  man  whose  tender  care Psalm  xli.  571 

He  that  has  God  his  guardian  made Psalm  xci.  Part  ii.  575 

How  good  and  pleasant  must  it  be Psalm  xcii.  576 

How  vast  must  their  advantage  be Psalm  cxxxiii.  579 

Let  all  the  lands  with  shouts  of  joy Psalm  lxvi.  574 

Let  all  the  just  to  God,  with  joy Psalm  xxxiii.  570 

O,  come  loud  anthems  let  us  sing Psalms.cv.  570 

O  God  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord Psalm  lxxiv.  575 

O  praise  the  Lord  with  hymns  of  joy Psalm  cxlvii.  5S0 

O  praise  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place Psalm  cl.  582 

O  render  thanks  to  God  above Psalm  cvi.  577 

O  't  was  a  joyful  sound,  to  hear Psalm  cxxii.  579 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  new  made  song Psalm  xcvi.  577 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord Psalm  xix.  Part  i.  509 

The  Lord,  the  only  God,  is  great Psalm  xlviii.  572 

The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord Psalm  xxiii.  5(39 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life Psalm  xxxiv,  f>70 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  to  me  extend Psalm  Mi.  573 

To  ble«?  thy  chosen  race Psalm  Ixvii.  571 

To  God,  the  mighty  Lord Psalm  cxxxvi.  580 

While  I  the  King's  loud  praise  rehearse Psalm  xlv.  571 

With  cheerful  notes  let  all  the  earth Psalm  cvii.  578 

With  glory  clad,  with  strength  arrayed Psalm  xciii.  570 

Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy Psalm  cxlviii.  581 

Ye  that  in  might  and  power  excel Psalm  xxix.  570 


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